<div align="center"><em><tt class="bbc_tt">Micheal - Semi flirting with Delilah.</tt></em></div><br/>Micheal chuckled after he comment it was obvious that she was aware of the supernatural. Or maybe she was. She didn't necessarily say that she wasn't, but didn't say she was either. Ordering a beer, and looked to Delilah wondering if she fathomed a cold one as well. Just in case he ordered two, and then turned back around leaning against the bar. His ears flicked a bit as he heard Otis's name being used by the now trio on the other side of the bar. He wasn't eves dropping, but should anyone mention Otis's name followed by negativity of the man they would be hearing it from Micheal. He reached behind him and grabbed his cold brew and tilted it up to his lips. Drinking and watching Delilah put her cigarette out on her hand. She had a tolerance for pain as well. This girl was becoming interesting.<br/><br/>Resting his brew on his knee Micheal looked down at the floor and then back up to the blonde haired bruiser. "Well if you don't want to disfigure your back before you have to. You're welcome to stay at my house tonight. I have a spare bedroom. Don't worry I don't bite that hard." Micheal kicked himself on the inside for letting himself engage in the human act of flirting. Again he had to ask himself what the hell he was doing. Opening his house to a complete stranger, and flirting as well. He could change his mind, but he decided against it and decided to see where it would land. Any sort of rejection wouldn't hurt him one bit, and her accepting would do anything but surprise him.<br/><br/>A no and that would be that, persistence wasn't key in his life. Unless it came to fixing something, or trying to kill a monster. The best part of being here was that no one really cared. He could just sit and relax, and drink till he killed over. Though if he did that then he wouldn't be useful  to Otis, or anyone else that was a hunter like him.