Mercator smiles at his new friend, allies are all too welcome in this day and age. he pours himself another drink and holds the bottle up to offer Uzza another drink. he gets distracted by the exchange between the Wrathful Fallen and the human/angel pair. the human says something about his post fight drink, Mercator turns stepping around Sera who was with him behind the counter, "pardon me love" he says as though he belonged. he then pours the human a glass of the fine Scotch, "enjoy my friend" he says as he withdraws another business card. "if you need anything give me a call, that goes for you too Mr. goodie two shoes" turning towards the angel. 

Wrath begins her tirade about love and loss, which was a sad tale to be sure, but frequent and boring among the fallen. until Sera started and was talking about how she had given birth to a saphirim as a fallen. 'and the plot thickens' thinks Mercator 'i wonder what that information is worth'