[You held his hand when he was full human, don't even front. He will blabber on about it for ages if he wants. You don't own him!

Ah! The poor things. It's good he already has another back in his hoarders room. Such accusations though. Metatron waves his free hand vaguely.]

I don't collect them, per se- [he eats most of them after all] It's more like a hobby! Even you have one of those, right?

[Like stalking Uriel. And obsessing over Lucifer. Good hobbies, he approves.]

All work and no play isn't healthy after all. I must say I'm a happy worker! Everyone needs a little rest.

[HINT HINT. Just kick him in the face already, Michael.]