Michael settled himself there on the ground. It wasn't as though he worried much about his clothes, still sporting a gruff exterior even though his hair and beard were a little more tidy than they had been previously. But he still held the look of a man without a home, not dirty, exactly, just unkept, someone who didn't seem to own a brush or have ready access to a washing machine.
He was just lucky that his vessel didn't give off the same odours as humans, he didn't sweat, didn't have a strange musk to him. Just another reason that some animals found him rather confusing, though most were drawn to him, his peaceful aura lulling them in with the sense of safety that his presence offered.
"I can visit. I have always enjoyed your company." The archangel agreed, still wary of staying around them for too long, not wanting to draw the eyes of Heaven to them. As they'd said, they were already harbouring Heaven's most wanted, they didn't need more reason to draw attention to themselves. Housing the archangel Michael from another universe was more than enough reason for every archangel to descend onto Earth. The other Michael being one of them.
He was still keen on not making his acquaintance just yet.
"Those from all walks of life. At least, those who will listen to someone of my appearance. Some judge. Some choose to look passed my clothes. While others avoid me entirely." He shrugged a little at the admission, not judging them either way, but he did find it interesting, if not a little hurtful. Humans weren't perfect, he knew that. Not that it made it any easier when they disappointed him. "I would ask if you've been keeping of trouble, but..." Michael gestured where the handprint had been. "I trust you've been busy."
