Akseli laughed when he saw the drink, giving Sera a nod in thanks as Aharon looked askance and the concoctions lain before them.

"You can't honestly expect me to-"

"I'm paying, your feathery ass better down every drop." Akseli snapped. "S'not like its so easy for me to come across money, y'know. I swear you're happy the fighting ring shut down." 

"Of course I'm happy." Aharon answered, desperately ignoring the glass being pushed in his direction by his charge. "You'd have died there were it not for the police raid."

"I was the fuckin' champ! I don't know what fights you were watching, but I got to kick ass and make money doing it! Now I have to do it separately." Akseli griped, forcing the glass into the Seraphim's hand. "Drink, dude, or so help me I'll ask her for a funnel." He nodded in Sera's direction, downing his own glass with appreciation of the burn it caused his throat.

With a put upon sigh, the Angel handed his charge the beer and continued to avoid eye contact with the Fallen around him. "You enjoy it more than I."

Akseli gave up with a glare and began drinking from the Angel's glass.