"I'll say, be nice if He could stop with those for once though," he replied dryly, though he clasped Michael's arm in turn and looked on the man fondly. If there was anyone in the world that Harry could want at his side in a fight it was Michael Carpenter. Okay and maybe a battalion of magical hardened Marines or something, but since that wasn't about to happen Harry settled for a Knight of the Cross. Which was no laughing matter.
Harry had seen Michael do amazing things. Truly amazing, unbelievable things. Faith magic, man. Harry shook his head to himself and pushed his thoughts away.
"Come on, there's a bakery near here that sells some tasty doughnuts. If she's working though, I don't know." Harry shrugged casually and hefted his staff to his left land for a moment, rearranged something in his right pocket then switched sides again.