Azrael looked at Tequila and raised his eyebrows. What the heck was Tequila trying to ask him? It sounded like he was missing something out. Like he wanted to ask something that he didn't want to voice.
"Smoking doesn't really do much to me" he said, gesturing with the cigarette. "It's a... ritual" he said, hoping that would satisfy. They weren't exactly normal cigarettes. They were rolled using a cigarette machine and placed in an old pack. Each cigarette was rolled with tobacco and herbs that ritualistically had a cleansing effect for spiritual places. Rather than lighting incense, sometimes, Azrael would smoke.
A minute or two later and Colby walked back in again. He waved to Azrael and the Archangel waved back. "There he is" he said to Tequila. "I'm on break, you're on" he said to Colby who just nodded and went behind the bar.
Picking up a pool cue, Azrael smiled before taking a puff from the cigarette. "Tell you what... You seem curious, every time you pocket a ball, you get to ask me a question" he said. "How's that?"