Michael arched one eyebrow at her as she introduced herself as if nothing was strange about this at all. "Hmm," was his only reply, and then he turned to the side, trying to gage how easy it would be to pull himself out of the lake without looking like an idiot. He couldn't sprout his wings here and even if he did, they would get all wet.
"I am not going to splash you," he finally said. "I should cut you in half for this." He wouldn't though. Pushing someone in a lake was hardly a cutting-in-half offence.