[Funkduder]

Michael turned his eyes from Lev to the blind assassin. He didn't necessarily want to defend him, more so than nip the conflict at the bud before it grows into something troublesome.
"Thank you sir. As you can see, it's my breakfast time. Any gunshots within that time would ruin the little peace that I'm enjoying right now."
A wall of psychic force defended Michael from any physical attack that could've been triggered from the impromptu negotiations. He grabbed another bite out of his sandwich, keeping focus on the situation more than anything else that could've been used against him.
"So then, guman of Tsavo. What danger do you speak of?"