At least not when it came to how he responded to people lacking self control.She had personally witnessed two demonstrations of why it was never a goo... idea to push him too far. One was a case with an ex-girlfriend. She'd never been dumped and he dropped her like a hot potato when he found out that she'd lied to him; hell, she'd cheated on him and then attempted to blame it on him.He didn't raise his voice, or a hand to her. He simply fixed her with a gaze that shut her up and had her looking. He gestured her inside. Stiletto heels clicked against his hardwood floor, and Michael suppressed the urge to bite his fist. She remembered his affinity towards high heels. "I don't know why you were so nervous about your place, it's great!" She said, taking in her surroundings. Michael closed the door, and watched her move toward his living room, plopping onto the sofa. "Sure, I guess," he chortled nervously and followed her. "Nervous?" She asked. She crossed her. "Expecting some middle aged overweight guy mmm??" Alex said teasingly."Well yeah, Sam said you were a guy" said Dan still trying to work out what's going on. Alex gave out a little laugh as she stood up and moved round to the other side of the table,"Yes that Sam was something else, wasn't really listening to my assistant it would seem but I had to make sure I met you!" "Meet me? But why?" Dan asked as he moved a . "This might help a little too."Janice took the cup and put it to the side. "Come here and give your old Mom a big hug."Heather flew into her arms, hugging her tight, and feeling tears in her own eyes. "You were gone so long, Mom." Never again, baby. I'm sorry I left you two alone like that," Janice said softly."It wasn't so bad. We kind of worked things out, you know?" Whatever you did, it was wonderful. I kind of expected to come home to World War III, not this haven." Take your bath, Mom, we.