[ This time, Michel doesn't bat away the hand likely making a further mess of his hair. He doesn't lean into it, either — but he does open his eyes again, glancing over at Yael with his characteristic solemnity. ]

In that field? You should hurry up and retire if you don't want it to be more than one.

[ Twenty-nine isn't all that old for service, all things considered. But the chiding tone slips out before he can quite stop it, misdirected as it is. He rolls his shoulders as if to shrug it off. ]

...You're hardly older than me. It undercuts your authority, just a little.