Azrael eyed him carefully. "Your named after an actual brand of tequila? Oh come on... Crow! Cuervo!" he looked at him a little sceptically. "What? You think I don't speak a tonne of languages?" he asked, arms held out at either side. "But if that's your name, your parents had a sense of humour" he smirked.
Picking up the last of the herbal cigarette, he lit it again and took a few puffs before stubbing the thing out. "I don't usually no" he said shaking his head. Shifting his appearance briefly so that only Tequila could see, he took on the form of a young girl with long ginger hair and a very innocent looking face. She seemed to smile before shifting back to Azrael's usual gruff masculine form. "Trusting you with that..." he said seriously, lining up his shot.
Missing the pocket again, he shook his head at his luck and stood back. "You're up"