Michael spoke, and Draiss' world shivered and then suddenly did a slow flop as reality and memory merged and entwined. He was Draiss, but he was also a nameless wanderer, looking for something, passing through heaven for a short trip to another portal location, and getting some information as well. He was on a bench watching angels spar, and he was in a temple or very opulent public place, placing a mortality piece on the board while Sabrael sat across from him, a faint frown touching her features as she tried to anticipate his strategy. He was turning to answer Michael, and he was in the grounds in front of him, both of him and Michael sparring at full power and speed, his magic and martial arts meeting Michael's sword and shield, and the archangel was slowly pressing him back, ever careful to not over extend. He shook his head, and memories returned to where they should, and reality snapped back into place with an almost audible noise. "Thanks but no, I remember the last two trouncings, and have no intention of adding a third right now. Just here to watch and see if you had gotten soft, though that was a baseless worry, it seems."