Michael seemed to grow more irritated as time passed. He'd gone through dozens of folders and seemed to find something that he disliked in EVERY ONE of the reports. He could be heard mumbling to himself about sending troops to take out this or that, going out himself to put a stop to some group in the Vatican, etc. After a few hours of this he finally stood up and walked over to the chair that Alice sat in. He grabbed her by the hair pulling her to her feet. He then tossed her over his shoulder and carried her out of the room. As he walked he aimed firm slaps to the girl's naked bottom. "This is unacceptable. People obviously think I'm going soft. Well I'll show them." He muttered as he did this. He carried her to a huge palatial chamber where a giant throne sat. He walked to the throne and sat down in it setting Alice in his lap her legs over the arm of the chair her head against his shoulder. "Bring in the court." He said and enormous double doors opened up revealing dozens of assorted people all clamoring for Michael's attention.