Michael
All too soon, the immortal slowed to a stop alongside Oren and Breeze as they finally cleared the forest and made it to the outskirts of the city. In spite of himself, the double entendre from Oren brought a little smirk to his face, though he found himself a little surprised by her seemingly boundless energy. Of course, Breeze went with the literal interpretation and proceeded to mount Oren on her shoulders, but closer examination revealed that she hadn't missed the innuendo either.
"Well, I guess I'm paying in that case," Michael mused, "Good thing, too, unless you had some currency hidden away somewhere, Breeze. In any case, it might have been missed during the race, so let me just say it again, my sincerest apologies, Oren, for implying that you were fat earlier."
With the apology given, the immortal offered a slight bow, as much as he could be bothered to give, and waited to see where the antler-headed girl would lead them.