Bob completely ignores Angel, and instead creates a new table for the Orc, who only gunts in appreciation and continues drinking. Bob turns to Mithias, his brilliant smile never wavering from his face. "Very pleased to meet you. And you're not dead, by the way. The only reason it seems as such is because you believe it to be so." Bob takes a deep drink from his cup, and the screaming then stops. Bob lets out a sigh of appreciation. "That's the stuff. Oh, and that isn't fire. The appearance of fire is simply your body's natural reaction to witnessing pure fear and suffering brought into physical form. It probably has something to do with your misguided belief in a fire-and-brimstone Hell. Of course, the true interpretation would cause you to feel those same emotions, so it's a useful delusion." Bob gestures for you to drink.