Michael wipes his hands on a rag, glancing over. "Yeah, I got this," he promises, and heads over to the front, all swagger and charm. He hasn't got Isobel's powers, but what he does have is just the right level of flirtation that he can perch on the edge of the desk and charm her a little.

Usually that's Alex's job, but Michael can manage sometimes.

He nods for Tim to get out while he can, absorbing her complaints, while he peppers compliments about her youth and her patience and god knows what else she wants to hear, but he offers it all. "How about I take your car for a wash, then get it back to you as soon as we get the part in?"