[That was one time and you were way cuter back then!

Guess what that subtle hint makes him do? Spoilers it's not swoon unconscious into Metatron's arms, it's glower again. Seriously...]

You have to do work before you can call yourself a worker. [Honestly, he doesn't give a shit if Metatron's ambiguously defined work gets done, it's just the principal(ity) of the matter. But he dismisses that thought with a tighter squeeze on his captive wrist and a haughty laugh.

michael had an emotion!!]

There really is no saving a human from being a simpleton, is there. You think I should have a hobby? One you approve of?

[He does stuff, he does lots of stuff... right now his hobby is asking questions he probably will regret, leaning just a little bit closer as he does so:]

Well? Are you going to keep me waiting?