Michael cursed himself internally for allowing his hormones to get the better of him. He knew not to be so careless in his wording, particularly when dealing with the fey, but with the blood flowing downwards he had little sense about him. Being disrobed had apparently not helped the situation.<br/><br/>Stepping back and effectively removing himself from Kiju’s touch, he pulled his pants up and upon finding his belt, secured them more tightly than usual.<br/><br/>“Sorry love,” He spoke significantly more serious than before, “That’s a deal too steep for my blood.”<br/><br/>He turned and nodded to his siblings, “If you’ll excuse me.”<br/><br/>Walking off into the forest in the direction of the town he mumbled to himself, “Cold bath then a prostitute... or two.”