Michael narrowed his eyes. "Who I get my orders from is none of your business, demon," he said with a clipped tone. It was true, after all. Besides, he didn't really know it himself, even. Oh, he did know who had passed the said orders down to him, but as for who had originally given them... He could only guess.

"Besides, I thought you had already formed your own theories about who exactly had planned all that to get you dead. Why do you still question me about something you think you have figured out already?"