"I don't tend to inspire a lot in myself," Michael replied with a smile. "I wasn't asleep yet, I suppose I should be thankful for that. I'd have just thought I'd slipped into a coma... maybe I have, maybe you're a figment of my imagination." He gave a shrug, crossing his arms over his chest as they walked on towards the pub.
"Well, you are a wonderful person to have around," Michael chuckled. "I really could do with a drink and-" somewhere behind them some glass breaks. Probably someone breaking in to another building. "We'll probably have company soon."
Lia's smoking door was open, and Michael was more than thankful to get inside, even if the floor was still cold, it was considerably warmer than the stone outside. He made a beeline for the bar, knowing Lia would be following.