Uriel lowered his own eyes. "It's quite okay," he sighed. "After all, you didn't say anything that is not absolutely true." He closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, looking at Michael. "It's just that the truth is often a hurtful thing. I -- I know myself very well, Michael, and especially I know my own weakness. you don't need to remind me."

He was silent for a moment, then smirked a bit. "I've got a strange sense of humour, eh? Well, that is probably true. I do find rather strange things amusing, after all." Becoming again serious, he then continued, "What I'd like to know, however, is whether it is truly me he finds annoying... or just my warnings not to go down the path of questioning, as it rarely ends well. Since if it is my warnings that annoy him... then perhaps we have more of a reason to worry about him than we even thought."