"Waiting for my punishment," he worried his bottom lip, tugging at the bottom hem of his shirt and pulling it down further like he could somehow hide part of himself under it. "I... I had... Relations. With a man. And briefly broke my vow of silence." His face had turned a very bright red color.
But the banishment, he could talk about without hesitation. "Lucifer abandoned his throne. Myself and another lead Hell now. Those who are Hell-touched are, of course, not welcome in the Golden City any longer." Michael would understand that, surely.