Mictain merely smirked at Raphael's outburst -- it wasn't like the healer could really do anything to hurt him even with his scalpel. Then, however, he blinked in surprise as Raphael buried himself under a pile of blankets and pillows. Now, that he definitely hadn't expected.

Then, however, he smirked just more widely. Raphael perhaps didn't realize it, but as long as he stayed under that heap, he wasn't about to move anywhere far. With this in mind, the demon made his way to the bed, sitting down on its edge. Carefully he slid his hand under the pile that hid the healer, continuing snaking it around between the blankets until he came in contact with Raphael. Enjoying the feeling of the lovely flesh under his hand -- even if separated by layers of cloth -- he stroked gentley whatever part of the healer he was currently touching.