Azrael smirked and moved to line up a shot. "Stripes" he said, drawing the cue back before knocking one of the striped balls in the pocket. Smirking he stood back. "First question" he started as he moved around the table to line up another shot.
"What do you really do?" he asked. That was the thing about Azrael. A persons whole life was an open book to him. He saw their past, their future, he could see their deaths if he wanted to. It was something he didn't look into very often. Same with a persons past and future. He did so when they were dying, allowing him to get to know each person better, tailoring their surroundings to their comforts and easing them through the process.
Tequila was interesting. He was sure there was more to the man and he wanted to find out.