Initially, Michael was just drawn over by the promise of food. The dealer still hung around the tavern often, despite the fact that he didn't drink all that much anymore, so he had been one of the first to hear Kian's call. Interest piqued, the thief had made his way over, despite not knowing Kian all that well. He knew of the other, and also knew he was related to Roan, but beyond that, the other was mostly a mystery to him. Figuring this might be an opportunity to get to know the other, Michael came to a seat nearby a few others, including his young nephew. The bobcat was already eying the myriad of treats and sweets before him, but his ears were perked up, and listening. Kian's words were initially lighthearted, but the twist that the conversation took caused Michael to lift his head, the dealer caught off guard. Kian was leaving? That seemed like a pretty big deal, even if it was only temporary. So much for getting to know the guy, at least for now. At least it didn't seem as though the other was making his last goodbyes, or just trying to put on a brave face that hid the fact that he was really going to be gone for good.

Glancing over at Torsten, Michael hesitated for a moment before asking his own question, mismatched gaze focusing back on Kian, "...You going to The Pitt? I know that you've got some family there." It would've been hard for the male not to know, considering he had gone there to visit Trygve, and had heard about the extra family from Roan. Briefly biting down on the inside of his own cheek, the thief then added on, "If you are, be careful. Even with family there, it's still The Pitt, and there's no need to take unnecessary risks." As always, Michael was choosing to air on the side of caution. Although he had loosened up throughout his time in The Typhoon, the fugitive had always been more of the plan ahead type. He didn't enjoy going into things unprepared, and all experience had taught him that The Pitt wasn't exactly good news. Hopefully, they wouldn't end up hearing about Kian getting attacked, or something worse happening. Eager to get his mind off of such a possibility, Michael grabbed one of the smaller treats, sinking his fangs into it.