[He doesn't startle when Mikael wakes. Simply gives him the barest hint of a smirk and presses his lips against Mikael's helm. Tossing it at him when he's done, he scrambles to his feet, ready to dodge away.]

I'm giving them good luck.

[Mocking Mikael. He winks, smirking slightly as he stuffs his hands in his pockets and walks backwards to the door, an idea blossoming.] You'll have to chase me if you want them back. Think of it as a training incentive.