Mictain saw the person approaching him and sneered. "Like the hair?" he echoed disbelievingly. "That's all you have to say?" Placing the tip of the sword on the ground and leaning against its hilt, he eyed the personification warily. He wasn't an idiot either, and he thus knew that at least one of her currently hidden hands was holding a weapon.

He spread his wings even wider for a moment as if to show them off before drawing them behind his back, out of her reach. One could never be too careful in a situation like this. "Did Adam send you?" he asked. "Or did you come to mock my misery?" One blond eyebrow was raised in challenge.