He shook the mortal's hand before sitting back down. He'd heard, somewhere, it made one look less threatening. Though knowing Michael the news had gotten broken a bit harshly. There had been reason Metatron had taken his job. "I am, yes. Micheal's brother he," he paused, "well subtlety isn't exactly in his repertoire." He figured it was the nicest way of saying Lucifer wouldn't be waiting, but rather torching the station house down until Michael came running.
"I won't tell you who, exactly, I am if you care not to know but I am always happy to answer questions."