Mikhail wanted to speak brusquely to the Demon Noble by virtue of the sobriety of its words. Still, he managed to calm himself down before uttering a word, considering that being irritated in this kind of scenario was not ideal. There was bound to be a manifold of problems that could arise during a situation such as the one they were in. It wouldn't be strange if the matter of death was brought up. However, because it was related to his brother, Mikhail couldn't help but be fretful of Khamael's condition.
"What are you talking about? Tell me everything." He said ahead of darting his gaze towards Barachiel.
The light had dimmed a little, thus his range of vision had widened enough for him to see the entirety of Barachiel's figure. He proceeded to give the Archduke a nod and mouthed a 'come here'.
