Uriel glared at Michael, pouting a bit. Why did he have to spoil his fun? "I just wanted to catch that bird," he said defensively. "It was pretty."

Completely oblivious to the fact that he currently sounded like a stubborn toddler, he then smiled, feeling suddenly very happy again. It didn't matter that Michael hadn't let him go out of the window. Surely he had nothing against him using the door.

"If I run out now, maybe I can still catch it!" he exclaimed, rushing towards the door. He completely ignored Michael's calls for him, hurrying into the corridor, wanting to get out of the Manor as soon as possible. He would catch the pretty bird. And then Michael would see!