BAR
Azrael closed his eyes briefly and allowed that wave of irritation to roll over him. He did not look particularly happy.
"Yeah... and I thought I told you not to call me that" he warned. "Azrael ain't that hard to say. And... no, I am not thinking about getting on the bull. It's not worth it" he shrugged. He was a little amused at the bartender choosing to pour something less strong. But then again, did he have any that he was standing in the presence of a former Archangel? Probably not.
"And next time, make it the strong stuff" he said, picking up the glass and knocking it down. He placed the glass back down along with the money, as well as some money for the next drink.
"So what do you want me to call you? I'm askin' before I think up something myself" he offered with a cheeky smirk.