I told you to never touch me!" But Michael had not risen from the chair, which was a good sign. Now to carry onwards.
"But my lord," Metatron blinked at him. "Surely you cannot be totally opposed. Especially after you hear my offer."
"What could you possibly offer me?"
"A massage," Metatron laughed and saw Michael about to speak and quickly continued on. "It's just that your shoulders look very tense lately and I have been told that I have the healing touch. Even Raphael swears by me!"
He could see Michael raise an eyebrow, though he was hardly protesting. However daffy Raphael was these days, when it came to healing even Michael was willing to give his opinion some acknowledgement. Even if he ultimately didn't follow the man's advice.
"…are you up to something?"
"Of course not. I just think it would be better for everyone if you released some of that tension." He waited a beat. "No one is going to come this way for at least several hours without prompting." Meaning no one would find out that Lord Michael had done something as shameful as let a former human rub his shoulders.
For a moment it looked like Michael was going to say no, flushing and spitting like an angry cat. Metatron wouldn't have minded, since he was here to provoke a reaction. Instead, after a moment, the Archangel sighed, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed. "Very well. But if you do anything weird…