Michael
The immortal stared down at Kenzo as the man stuck a pair of fingers into his nose, his demeanor not ruffled in the slightest. Before he could even try to give the man the same stern look he'd given many an unruly student, however, a familiar face showed up. Rikuyo's accusation, however, brought a slight wince to his otherwise calm countenance.
"Well, that was a mistake I have no intent in repeating," Michael admitted, not even needing to look down to know that Kenzo was faking sleep, "But you know what they say about hindsight."
"That aside," he continued, "Where's the nearest dwelling or something like that? He's actually pretty beat up at the moment, so I'd like to find somewhere to administer some basic first aid."