He had a point. Who would look at Azrael and think he was an angel? And hey, if he was comfortable, there was no harm in it. He did wonder if the angel took on other looks, but he'd have to save that for his next question.
"Ya gotta relax! Jus' roll back tha shoulders an' jus' let the ball do tha talkin'." Moving behind the white ball, he took his shot and watched as it ricocheted off the edge. "...Well shit. That ball done told me off! Maybe my luck's run out. Yer turn!"