Michael
The immortal allowed a chuckle, unable to help taking a moment to evaluate his handiwork. Not bad, all things considered.
"Eh, I'd like to say propriety means less when you get old, but all these troublesome customs hadn't been invented when I was growing up, so I can't really say," Michael admitted, reaching out to ruffle the girl's hair in a moment of unexpectedly sentimentality. The other man's reaction to the question caught his attention, however. Even if the immortal couldn't quite tell what was going on in that man's head, it would've been obvious to anyone there was something he was deliberating over. The man's answer, however, prompted a moment of introspection from the immortal in turn, albeit a short one. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something off about it. Shaking his head, he found himself wondering idly if he could include either of them in the events to come. The girl, perhaps, but this man who called himself Vanguard?
It would take some thinking, and likely some modifications, but it could be done. First, though...
"Well, this has been quite illuminating, to say the least, but we should probably move somewhere else," Michael noted, "I'd imagine someone would've called the police after that mess in the bar, and trivial as it may be, this is too nice a day to waste time beating back law enforcement."