Meg swallowed some of the liquid, frowning as it burned on the way down. She suddenly needed to be pass-out drunk instead of vaguely warm like she was.
She nodded slowly at his comment. "Yeah. Something like that," she said softly.
Meg looked at him for a long moment, tipping her head to the side to really look at him. She finished the rest of her drink in one swallow and smiled slightly then. "What do you say to something a bit more challenging?"
She figured if anyone in existence could hold their own with her in this case, it would be a damned angel.
And if he couldn't, then at least she'd get him wasted in the process.