Michael felt bad for letting the guy down but grateful at the same time for his kindness in not bodily removing him from the circus camp. There were probably few members of any circus that would show that kind of restraint. At least from what he'd read anyway, which to be honest wasn't much, but still. Michael chuckled at the man's last statement. He may have been let down but at least he was gracious and good-natured about it. Michael moved to fall into step with the man and was about to speak when Natasha came around the corner and he stopped immediately. He had thought her beautiful before. How very common that compliment seems in comparison to the reality. She wasn't just beautiful, she was stunning. The loose curls of her long, obsidian hair bobbed gently as she came to a stop, dark mahogany eyes registering surprise at finding the two men there before her light skin colored. Michael couldn't help his eyes taking in all of her, the gentle curves of her body, the light shining off of her hair, the endless depths of eyes that a man could happily fall into. To Michael, she was perfect.
And she now thought he was gay. At first he words rolled over him as his mouth moved at an attempt to make sense of her popping out like that. Then they registered in his slowly reawakening brain. Michael looked at the strongman, then back at Natasha, back and forth in a comically confused manner. "I...you....you...I...I'm not...you..." Michael stammered. 'Ohshitohshitohshitohshit...whatdoIdo?' Michael's face had turned an alarming shade of red by this point, enough that he could feel the heat of the blood. "I..." he coughed. At this point, he decided silence was probably the better option.