Cordelia sank onto the sofa, resting her head on the back. It hurt to press her back into the cushions too much, but she managed to wrangle herself into a comfortable position.
"My name is Azrael," he replied. "It was a stroke of luck I happened across your granddaughter this evening, but I am glad I could help. As to your offer, that's very kind, but no, I don't need anything. I promised I'd see her safely to your care, and I've done so." He was suddenly aware that his throat was very dry. "Although, if a beer isn't too much trouble, I would appreciate it."