Michael, of course, stood comfortably outside the bar, trying not to look like a bouncer with a sword. He had no desire whatsoever to enter the place - the drunken sounds and swearing he heard from within assured him that it was not a place for him - or anyone who held in their hearts a righteous fear of God. Had he known the place doubled as a place for fornication, he would have been even more certain - and doubly disgusted.
He couldn't help but smile when he saw Harry, and uncrossed his arms, closing the distance between them as he closed his hand around the wizard's arm.
"Harry," he said warmly. "Of course. A different way than I have ever traveled, but He always has surprises in store for us."