"Fallen, huh." Akseli turned from the fun and looked to Aharon. "What a coincidence."

The glare he received in return could freeze over hell itself. The bartender arrived and asked for his order, and he leaned against the sticky bar with a grin in her direction. 

"Surprise me with a house favorite." He answered, giving his Angel a sideways glance. "Tight-ass here'll have a dark beer."

Let it not be said that even a pure Seraphim of patience cannot feel a great deal of wrath against his incorrigible charge.