No reaction to his shift? Oh well... She didn't seem like the sort to particularly care about how others did things. It was disheartening but Azrael would get over it. When she snapped her fingers and they two of them appeared in another realm, he took sudden interest. He looked around at their new surroundings and started to realise his place.
He was the Archangel of Death. He had become his Word, just as all other Archangels did, but truly he served Susan and her Grandfather. They were Death itself. Azrael was something in between. Both Death itself and its servant. Suddenly he started to understand his place in her eyes or at least he thought he did. He marvelled at his new surroundings and felt an instant connections with it in ways he hadn't expected and ways he could not explain.
And then it was gone and they were back in the bar.
"Thank you..." he said, his tones showing he was genuinely touched. "And thank you Grandfather for me" he added. "I'm not accustomed to having any place I can call home. I spent so long drifting, wandering in exile that the closest I had to home were the places that held Wakes for the newly departed. It was all I had. I ain't got a home here in Preya either, just this place"