"Wow, talking to you is about as fun as talking to everyone else Up There." He had kind of hoped that if this guy had been around humans for a while, maybe he'd lighten up a little. Clearly, it hadn't worked. Chris wondered exactly how big the log up Michael's ass was and if he could build a new table out of it.

"It was a joke. I don't think there actually is a demon of decoration. What would their thing be? Deadly interior designing?" Right, Chris again momentarily forgot the killjoy he was talking too. "Besides, your place, your rules. Demons are a no go, got it."

Chris stops and studies that weird ass bird for a bit, while Michael is distracted with it and then turns his attention back to Michael, thinking, and tries to pull back the attitude. Just because he has a problem with some angels, doesn't mean he has to have a problem with all of them. This guy seems cool. Hasn't killed him yet, and Chris can't hate himself that much, right?

"You're not real good at this conversation thing are you? You say something, I say something back." Sadly for Michael, mounting consequences mean absolutely nothing to Chris. "Tell me something about yourself. What do you do for fun here? Everyone keeps asking me and I don't really have a good answer." His answer was 'i don't have fun.' Or if Michael didn't wan to talk? He'd just go around and snoop. It couldn't be that difficult to find stuff on this guy. Everyone here was pretty trusting. Except for this guy who wanted character references.