Mercator, glances as the exchange between the fallen and Angel somewhat disappointed that his presence was ignored and almost insulted by his drink offer being ignored. 

Then, the hooded fighter turns seemingly amused by the evenings antics acknowledges Mercator and accepts the drink. "Good choice my friend, finest scotch in the house, on me." 

He pours a pair of glasses and holds up the his own as a toast. "Cheers" says Mercator, then taking the scotch in one pull. Tasting the richness of the whiskey and drinking the smooth liquids fire. "Ahh, and well done my friend. Excellent technique with those weapons by the way, and I'm ashamed to admit I may not have been able to pull off that teleport slash myself." 

He studies the hooded man as he takes his own drink, certainly a fallen, and deadly to boot, he could prove very.... Profitable.

"The name is Mercator, I specialize in acquisitions. If there is anything you need, legal or otherwise" he says as he produces a business card for the Shadow Bazaar. "You know where to find me"