"Hmm." Was all Michael said at first, appearing to quietly consider what Crowley was saying as he knocked back the whole of his bourbon. When his glass was empty he simply stared at it, still holding it in his hand as he looked it over.
In a booth closer to the door Lucifer and Raphael were arguing. Michael wasn't paying a whole lot of attention to them. He simply listened to them bicker. Raphael wanted to find the way back, to kill the child and Lucifer with it for so disrespecting the law of their father. Lucifer responded with being a bit catty, he claimed that Michael and Raphael were so boring and or repulsive that no human would touch either of them. Then he said something about Michael lacking the strength to even shove the kid given how weak he was and how soppy Michael had gotten over Lucifer when they had finally indulged their desires for one another in the Cage.
Michael was mostly certain that hadn't actually happened. He was sure he would have remembered that, still it didn't matter as Michael decided to ignore them.
Instead, Michael moved his fingers over the glass, it melting under his touch. When it got closer to a molten state it started to drip through his fingers he could feel the bartender's eyes on him. He wasn't interested in being cut off or thrown out so soon, so he simply rolled his wrist and caused the glass to reform in his hand like it had never happened. Humans tended to assume that Lucifer's element was fire, it fit with their ideas of hell being a burning lake of fire. It seemed silly to him, the idea of sending someone to the realm of the element they were tied to was no punishment and Lucifer had been sent into the Cage as a punishment.
He ended up putting the glass down on the bar and leaving it be for now, "An archangel here, he's taken the boy under his wings. He's familiar enough with Castiel that the notion is troubling. Even moreso as I agreed not to kill the anti-christ unless he failed."