Ava doubted that Peter would come back. It was invitation only, and if he hadn't come back by now he wasn't going to. Stubborn bastard. But this guy was trying to be nice so Ava just nodded along.
She chuckled for the complaint about the quality of whisky in this place. "Point," she said as she looked at the alcohol in her glass. "It's not like I can get drunk so it's better to drink for taste than effect."
Then she turned a smallish smile to Azrael." You're all right. For a guy." That smile pulled into a hint of a smirk.