He looked up and finished the last of the cookies he'd successfully devoured. Not his brother, but a mortal. He glanced to the other desk and figured that would make sense.
But he was in a good enough mood not to murder this mortal for having Michael in common, nor was he looking forward to the sword in face that usually resulted in him killing mortals his brother was fond of.
"Doubtful." He leaned back to kick his legs on Michael's desk and studied this mortal. No killing, no, but he could probably be annoying enough that his brother would get that one twitch that was rather endearing. "Just paying Mikey a visit, don't mind me. Surprised anyone can put up with him. Dull as mud my brother." He gave a long suffering sigh. "Does he have more of those cookies?" Without care he lit a smoke and leaned back to watch this mortal, wondering if he was important.