[Funkduder]

"Property, my ass!" Michael thought, but took known outward action towards his words. His mental block was strong enough that he was more than confident enough to get away from the Nephilim mostly unscathed.
He turned to the pale-skinned person who was like a saint to him- she somehow appeared behind him while his focus was on Lev. Although he was not completely enthralled by her good deed, he felt the need to repay her. Had any sensible person walked by, they would have left him for dead, or taken his identity for their own purposes had they known him through the Amorpha.
"It seems as though I owe you my life, miss, and I cannot leave it to fate to repay you. Thus, I wish to travel with you in hope that I may do so in its stead. The world is a very cruel place to be traversing alone."
As Michael spoke he felt the familiar presence recurring from his memories. Jez'ebel had never been a fan of Nephilim, and his instinct told him to shoot it now and kill it before it could assimilate him into its grasp. He tightened his mental block so as to reassure himself.