Mikael does not look as the question is asked of him. Instead, he gives an exasperated sigh, shaking his head slowly. "Anywhere but in here. You are late. Why do you even bother asking me such a question?" The Highlander's baritone voice is sharp and his jaw sets tightly. He places the palms of his hands onto the mat and straightens his arms, raising his legs up off the mat slightly. The broad-shouldered man holds this position for a few moments and then leans forward, bending his elbows slightly as he shifts his body weight, pulling his torso up and straightening his legs. He pushes with his arms until he is up in a handstand and then bends his elbows, only to give a final push and a grunt as he throws himself forward onto his feet. His icy blue eyes glare at Andrew.
