Mictain grinned. Not smirked, but grinned. He didn't remember the last time he'd done so, but found that it was almost as satisfying as a proper smirk.

"We should work together, then," he suggested half-seriously. "As long as it pisses off certain people, I don't care what your motives are, either." And stopping the world from ending when it was supposed to was indeed likely to anger those people.

Besides, he could use an ally. One who was on his side for some reason other than fear, too. (Neville didn't count, really.)