"Gabriel flirts. That is how he always has been. I hope you don't imagine yourself special in that regard." Michael didn't much like being accused of jealousy. Disapproval certainly, Michael lived and breathed it when it came to Lucifer and Gabriel. He felt he had good reason given the things they tended to get up to when they thought he wasn't watching. Not jealousy though, certainly not. Gabriel, perhaps the only other archangel in existence from the universe they had come from, could do what he liked. He could give attention to whoever he liked. He certainly didn't have the energy to keep him entertained all the time. If anything he was being protective, he told himself. Someone had to save Gabriel from himself and from his appetites and that sort of thing had always been his job.
Michael was still frowning a little as he pushed himself along mentally. Jealousy indeed, he would show him how detached he could be.
"Tell me about this alliance with Raphael." He half commanded. This wasn't heaven, the demon wasn't compelled to obey, but Michael had never mastered the art of the decent segue when he was flustered. And like it or not, Michael was a little flustered. "I know he's dead," he thought he'd felt it in the Cage but it might have been something else. "I am certain it had something to do with your alliance, Castiel and the Winchesters, but no one has been particularly forthcoming when it comes to details. I am also reasonably certain that if you had managed to kill an archangel you might have led with that when I threatened you, so telling me shouldn't trouble you. I save my temper for those that deserve to have it leveled at them."