The angel watches them, smiling bright when they turn with the much quested for prize. It's not his collection of wine and single malts, but-

"It'll do." He jokes, but with a hint of a sweet timbre to his voice. "Certainly for the rest of the night."

He gestures back toward the door, but holds one of his hands out to them. "Lets find us somewhere a bit more quiet, shall we? I believe I quite had my fill of the chosen party music."