Desmond looked up at the newcomber absolutely livid. He had missed the princesses question due to their rather loud introduction and now he was being treated as lesser as though he were some bug to squash. 
"I always knew Fallen angels were dicks but you take the fucking cake buddy" he interjected to the new comer "you are supposed to wait your turn not cut people off like a selfish asshole" he was talking very rudly but Desmond didn't care not only was politeness not the nature of a thief but he wasn't scared of Michael even a little. His adrenaline was so pumped he could take on anything. Especially since it wasn't like Michael could kill him.