Why would anyone want to live like a human? Atreus barely kept the question from leaving his lips. He didn't wish to offend Michael and he wasn't sure if continuing on that line of thought might, so the fae chose not to risk it. At the very least it seemed unwise. He could, for the most part, handle a pissed off were on his own when he was healthy; in his current state, not so likely.
The confusion at his question didn't surprise the fae and he actually cracked a faint smile. "It's a fae thing." Atreus replied somewhat vaguely. Trying to explain how mirrors worked for communication could be difficult, especially when he didn't entirely understand it himself. It was simply one of the many things he took for granted; when someone said something happened because of magic, that was really all he needed to know. He managed to stand without his head spinning which he took as a good sign. The fae didn't want to wear out his welcome. "Just point me in the right direction." Even Atreus knew that simply wandering through another's living space without permission was rude. His mind was already turning, trying to think of how best to explain the situation to his guards.