"Detective." Michael softly corrected. He didn't realize it at the time, and likely wouldn't ever if he thought back about this meeting, but he had a very small smirk on his lips as he spoke again. His sense of humor, the one he always claimed not to have, leaned toward the dry and sarcastic most days. That didn't mean he was above a dick joke, even if he had heard every possible way a dick joke could be made thanks to Lucifer and Gabriel. "That would make me Dick Dick."
That was a little too close to jovial for Michael's comfort though, especially as his general suspicion of the demon seemed to be in flux and his guard had slipped. As much as he didn't trust Crowley, he trusted himself far less.
After a moment he nodded and got to his feet, reaching into his back pocket to get his wallet. "I had better get back to it. I appreciate you taking the time to meet with me, Crowley. And everything you've told me. It's been very enlightening, to say the least." He withdrew enough cash to pay for his drink and all of Crowley's, laying it down on the bar then looking to Crowley as he put his wallet away. "If you need anything, you know how to get in touch with me. Though let's make an agreement to use technology rather than a summoning. I can't say I enjoy the distraction while I'm trying to work, even if paperwork is generally mind-numbing."