Michael smiled faintly at the huamn's words. Defender of their country? Rather a defender of their species against the filthy demons. (Quite literally filthy, too. Far too few demons had still discovered the definite benefits of regular bathing.)

"Well, your son is certainly a fine young man, too," he said, smiling at the Antichrist's obvious embarrassment, a bit -- only a bit, though -- more at ease in the powerful being's presence. Sure, he didn't appear to be much older than Adam himself, but he couldn't really call Adam anything but a young man. "I hope your visit to the Manor will be enjoyable. I fear I must get going now, and apparently Adam is also getting rather impatient. Have a good day, gentlemen."