"He's alright, sweet enough. People like him. If you can get me an in, I'd love you for it." Michael moved from behind the kitchen island and looked around the house with a small sigh. "I can't ask you to keep helping me. I would be selfish. You're a busy man and it's not so bad here."

He couldn't ask because that was rude after he fixed his car but he could exploit and manipulate. "Me and Lucifer are learning how to do it. We're just trying to patch up the leak before the storm comes in. It's over Raphael's bed so ... it would be concerning." If only he had a big, strong, handsome worker to assist him.

"But don't worry about that, we will sort it."