Michael shrugged in response to his thanks; he didn't give it to Gale gor gratitude, he did it because he wants Gale alive.

He grinned at the query though; Gale really was just a big puppy dog. "It's not like, an actual animal or anything. I just kept it in there most of the time," he said, nodding to the knife still in Gale's hand. "But uh, if you want, you can feed it on the same shit you eat. It's a flesh-eating butterfly." Tyki, you are so fucked up.