"Ritual? Hey, what's in that? That's handrolled, ain't it? Smells kinda nice." It didn't have a harsh scent like most cigarettes. It didn't even smell 'skunkish' like weed. Whatever Azrael had wasn't so bad. He wasn't surprised. It must have been an angel thing.
Azrael was full of surprises tonight! Not only would he play with Tequila, but he offered a question every time he got a pocket? How could he argue with that? "Hey, sounds good ta me."
And while it did, something was missing. The angel couldn't be the only one to offer something.
"An' how 'bout everytime you getta pocket, ya get ta ask me somethin'. Fair's fair an' all."