[It's an odd but easy friendship they have. Michael never saw himself spending time with humans; Claire probably never pictured herself friends with an angel. Yet, he understands and feels understood better than he did among most of his siblings.]

Dull to you, but surely of interest to someone.

[One of his siblings might have been happy to do it. Angels tend to adore the natural world in a logical, scientific sort of way.

The obsession with vehicles isn't one he understands either. They can't do for him anything that he can't do for himself, and even that not as well as he can. He's occupied the body of a man long enough he thinks he'd see the appeal if there were one for him, but one never knows. Maybe enough time spent around those from the Free Cities will have him lamenting the presence of goat carts over cars.

At her question, he frowns. He can't be certain the experience is universal but it's worth issuing a warning nonetheless. He would have appreciated one.]

It seems to have the ability to placate those who hold it. [A defence mechanism, perhaps?] It made me feel calmer than I have in a long time. It wasn't painful, or even necessarily unpleasant, but I don't care to be compelled to feel a certain way by outside forces.

[Especially if it happens to be drawing its power from an old god.]