"Ah, well," Susan gave a small, apologetic shrug. "Sorry. You did ask about my drink of choice. Grandfather and I really don't have any customary ritual for these sorts of meetings. They are fairly rare, after all. Don't stint yourself on my behalf."
She took a seat at the bar, and took a good Look at Azrael. One of Susan's abilities, something she occasionally considered to be a bit of a character flaw, was that she always saw things as they really were, rather than filtering her view through human fears, hopes, and expectations. It only took her a few seconds to sort the different Aspects he could present. "Not the Azrael I know, as much as anyone can be said to know one of the Old High Ones. Quite possibly one of his myriad reflections. An Angelic Manifestation rather than an Anthropomorphic Personification like Grandfather. That explains the differences I felt. I would imagine it to be quite the burden for one of your sort to involve himself so deeply in the final affairs of the living. You don't appear anywhere near as flighty as most of the angels I know."
Taking a small, ladylike sip from her drink, she nodded to Azrael. "Thank you. This is very good." Her eyes rose to meet his. "Are you the Universal Death where you are from, or just the Angel of Death for the human population?"