Ghaleon crossed his arms and looked toward tri, leaning back against the tavern, hearing her threat."If it comes to it, Sure..." He said softly, huffing softly as he felt the cloud of haze cover his mind. A slight yawn came from him as he looked over to her. He shook his head some, feeling the haze make his mind spin ever so slightly. He thought to himself, it was a very long time since he had been this drunk. The more he stood there, the more he felt his need to move. Angel's were Notorious for destroying things when drunk, so much raw power, and no real control. He placed his bottle in the pocket of his coat and crossed his arms again, hearing her ask him yet another question.<br/><br/>"Probably should be, But Death is supposed to be a release, Not a Servitude. If you don't remember, I serve no one. So I broke out of my prison, and returned to a less constricted world. What's your Excuse?" He asked more as a jest as he stepped forward, standing in the darkness. This was impressive, she was still standing, after a full glass of his brew. New developments were in the works, and he was eager to see the unfolding.