"You're almost so Jewish it hurts," Raziel said with a shake of his head, his smile gone lopsided as he summoned two glasses to the table between them, and a pitcher of iced tea, which he poured for the both of them, keeping from spilling with a measured precision using his fingertip against the brim of the glasses. "You should have someone check on that for you." It was no secret that Raziel had denounced the faith that his brothers held, but still kept up practice where he knew it mattered, and where he felt it simply helped.