"Yeah I get it" he replied. "See that's the thing about running a mortal business like this. It makes things a bit easier when it comes to each day. There's a regularity that comes with it that needs each day to stand out" he explained. "As for the drink? I mean, kinda... This stuff though, it's special" he smiled, tapping the bottle with a finger.
"This was made by the Archangel of Fire, Gabriel" he said, putting the stopper back in the bottle. "She gifted me a few bottles some time ago. I decided to keep them for whenever I got the chance to see family, and given that until recently I was hiding in exile, that didn't really happen, you know?" he shrugged.
"But I ain't here to talk your ear off, that's your job" he smiled, picking up the glass of whiskey.
It was strange being face to face with another Michael. After all, his Michael was one of the few Angels who even bothered to stay in touch with Azrael. One of the few who risked speaking with him and working with. After all, Death and Destiny were intertwined.
"To family" he said, raising the glass. "And reunions" he added, as an afterthought.