Azrael watched him, wondering if perhaps he was annoyed at being given apple juice. Not that it particularly mattered. Azrael reached under the bar to pull out a very old looking bottle. It had no label and the lid had been replaced several times by the looks of things. He poured a decent measure of the coppery liquid inside and put the bottle on the bar.
"Nope but they are welcome to keep a tab" he replied. "So, are we related? Somewhere in the infinite multi-verse, right? See I knew I had a feeling about you the moment you arrived. Even before you announced yourself on the network" he said, leaning forward, arms on the bar, one hand holding on to the glass of whiskey. "I got this familiar sensation. Y'know, the kind that makes your skin crawl. The kid that sends a chill down your spine. So I would like to know exactly... who are you?" he asked again, not once breaking eye contact. "And don't play games with me, kid"