Ryan didn't look so sure of himself and what he was capable of. He had gotten good at healing and other restorative magic but outside that it was all a bit murky. He was concerned for Milo, the angel had been the first of his kin to be kind to him and understand of his condition not even batting an eye to him wings and did tell him his life wasn't going to be easy but not to give up faith. He had always welcomed him at the church that he looked after and the flock that he helped tend to. Milo was always, calm, patient, and understanding. Even if his paralyzed face made it rather hard to tell what he was thinking.<br/><br/>The moment he was summoned by Michael, Milo appeared folding his carefully tended to majestic wings as he did. They always had a bit of a sharp almost blade-like appearance and were said to be able to cut enemies if he so wished them to but Ryan had never wanted to check. If he was surprised, it didn't show on his face but very little did. Even his eyes often looked rather impassive but being an angel that handled metal it wasn't too surprising to find him cold. Offering a bow of proper rank he spoke to Michael his gaze barely grazing Ryan. "You wanted to speak to me Sir?" He said smoothly steeled for anything that might come his way. He didn't try to rush or jump to conclusions or make excuses about why Ryan was there, he wasn't aware of just how much training the two had been putting in together considering it wasn't unusual for Ryan to not show up for a week to a few at time with work.