Azrael didn't even flinch when she came walking through the door. He smiled to himself, but that was all, after all, he hadn't seem someone do that sort of thing in a long time. He had spent so much time around humans and the few leftover Angels who served him while he had been in exile all those years. Thousands of years... So many years without the warmth and guidance of Heaven. Without so much as a second thought, his hand moved up to clutch the Heart shard closer to his chest. The Heart shard around his neck looked very out of place, given how he looked, how he presented himself. He wore a leather jacket over the top of a black t shirt, with jeans and steel toe cap boots His hair was a mess, some of it falling in front of his face and over his eyes and his face was cleanly shaved. The shard gleamed warmly against the black of his top.
That was how he looked on the outside. His true form was very different. It depended on who looked at it. It was always shifting and changing based on perception. Some saw his true form as a being with the faces of all the people who were still alive, with black wings and several arms a hands, a book chained to him. Others saw him as the eternal void, nothingness. Others saw him as a beacon of light. Azrael couldn't remember what he truly looked like.
"Gin and tonic?" he offered, sliding the glass towards her. "Usually, I pour a specific drink for the first time but for you I can make an exception" he smiled softly. He was sure he could feel a connection to her. It was strange and yet familiar.