Michael took Jess's hand, not because he particularly needed it, but because he was enough of a gentleman to not refuse her.
"I can still make it on my own, I do believe," he told her gently. "And I could make it on my own at home, but Robert...."
"Robert is a healer and does know a bit more about you than you apparently do at the moment," Robert said firmly. "Do as your told, Michael."
"Are you asking or ordering?" Michael asked, bristling at being ordered. Michael hated being told what to do. Ever.
"Interpret it in anyway that gets you to do it right," Robert shrugged.
"You really are a bastard," Michael scowled.
"Thank you. That only means I'm not a pushover like my brother was," Robert said. "I've worked hard to learn how to be a bastard. Glad to know I'm getting it right. Go find your quarters now."
"Come on," Brian told Khaat very softly. "Lets get out of the arguing for a bit, huh?" He got her to her feet and slowly took her upstairs. Michael watched Brian managing to get her upstairs without a fight. Khaat looked back, looking for Michael.
"I'm coming," he sighed, giving in because of her, and heading upstairs.