"God you're predictable," He offered to his brother. Then he smiled. "I am talking to your mortal pet. I think you scarred him for life telling him about you. And I'm feeling wounded I never get brought up."

He rose from the desk, "I could still kill him. Mortals don't like heat. Always so linear Mikey. But I'm not here for that. I'm bored and Satan's off doing something. Probably talking to Rome. So I came here to visit my favorite brother. Oh and I took your cookies. Do you have more of those?"