I am afraid I am a bit lost," he laughed as he rubbed the back of his head. Yes, Michael had given him a great game to play.
Biting his lip, Michael's eyes flashed, the signs of a beginning fury. "Is your head filled with clay?"
"No," Metatron let his hand rest on the back of an upright chair. "I was just thinking about if I should ask Sandalphon to make me a Buchteln or a Stollen."
"You have more important matters to attend to then sweets!" Michael hissed.
"And cleaning up after your temper tantrums isn't one of them."
The moment of flustered surprise in Michael's eyes was matched only by the cold silence in the room and Metatron didn't let the hard look in his face pass immediately, even though he knew he might have over played his hand. The only thing staying Michael's dangerous fury was shock and he had to decide his next move quickly.
Picking the chair he had been touching, Metatron quickly brought it over to Michael and abruptly grabbed his shoulders and pushed the other angel down.
The reaction was immediate.
"You disgusting-"
"Sorry!" Metatron stepped back, holding up his hands with a light smile back in place. "I just thought you looked tired and needed a rest. You always lose your temper when you get like that!" And exhaustion was a constant state for Michael these days. Probably had been since the day they had met.