"I never said I only liked beer, simply that I prefered it. You make it sound as if I'm swilling that horrendous stuff the Americans call beer, and proclaiming it to be the be all and end all of the stuff." He shuddered a little here "Which doesn't mean they don't make anything good here - Anchor Liberty Ale is one of my favorites, though I'll try most anything. I've had some obscenely good luck with little local breweries here and there."
Once again, that blindfold obscuring half his face meant the subtle raise on eyebrow went unnoticed. That smoothness was off, something about it started to set him on edge just a little. He filed that bit of information in the back of his mind for hte time being though, just as something to remember and contemplate later.
This trio was consumed with the same careful thought and contemplation as the two before. However, the second met with an appreciative nod of the head - "That one is pretty good." It was the only thing he said on the three, though being as he finished them quickly, it was clear he didn't dislike them.
Matt shrugged, rolling his shoulders back as he waited for the next set. "Mostly because he likes it, I think. Can't speak for the Morning Star, as I haven't been working for him nearly as long. Though Beelzebub and the household have moved around quite a bit over time. He liked Salem once, and we spent quite some time there, and we used to summer in Newport. Boston wasn't so bad either, now that I think about it." Abstractly, he realized exactly how antiquated some of the phrases seemed to be, but it really didn't matter. Beelzebub was, in some ways, a very proper demon. To be honest, he wasn't entirely sure why New York had been chosen as the current place of operations. "And from a business perspective, it's not a bad place to be."