"Aw, look, fear. I really don't get that too much anymore." He rolled his eyes. "Saints." He shrugged without offering any more context. He really didn't care if the mortal understood or not.
He laughed to the comment, "right and you're going to make me? Please. I touch you and you'll die of fear. I don't want to go. I want to talk to Michael. He's not here and he's told you about what he is, so it amuses me to have this conversation. Besides," with a shrug he stepped back, "you're mortal. Michael thinks so highly of your stupid kind, but I know better. You all have your price. So therefor I won't kill you. Just prove Michael wrong. You all want wishes. It's one of those things you all dream about. Now you can have all that. No consequences. No price." with a smile he sat on Michael's desk. "Your greatest desire I can make happen."