[Which is absolutely hands-down one of his cutest quirks.] Ahh...Lord Mikleo requests his journal... [Sorey makes a show of shuffling over to the bed to retrieve it, then lowers onto a knee to hold it out for him, head down.] I, a foolish human who requires the wisdom of the seraphim to further my understanding of the intricacies of murder mysteries, can do naught but obey...