This was of course one of the many problems of Michael's condition, for all that he'd attempted to give Atreus privacy to do whatever Fae thing he was going to do with the mirror in the bathroom there was very little to be done about his enhanced senses. And though Michael busied himself with cleaning up the mess he'd made putting Atreus back together as best he could there was only so much he could do to not pay attention to what was being said.
Certain words stuck out more than others though, words like: Prince, guards, command,. They put Michael on edge, made him wary of his decision to let Atreus into his home in the first place. It had been a hasty decision, one made more on instinct than actual thought and now suddenly he had some sort of Fae prince in his home? That just sounded like it would lead to all sorts of trouble for him.
He was just stuffing the dirtied towels and clothes into a trash bag when the bathroom door opened and Michael wondered if it would be better to pretend he hadn't heard anything or tell Atreus about his enhanced hearing.
"Everything go all right?" He asked instead when Atreus came back out again, not looking much better than he had when Michael had shown him the way to the bathroom in the first place. The man clearly needed to rest. "Do you need anything?" He asked, "Something to eat or drink? A place to lay down?" Michael could only imagine what he was feeling now and he didn't envy him that sort of pain and the lingering side effects.