"Even if you're acting like a homeless lush, you shouldn't drink like one."

Satan has standards, he's just not living up to his own right now.

He starts to pour himself another glass, but stops short and considers the glass and the bottle and the whole process of using a middleman between himself and liquid liver destruction. Sure, there's more dignity to using the glass, but he a.) is an archangel, therefore by default more dignified than humans, b.) doesn't care about the opinions of others, and mostly importantly, c.) is drunk.

He shrugs and throws back a good third of the bottle in one long pull.

And makes a face.

"That really is hideous."

And that is still not going to stop him from drinking it. It's almost fascinating in its horribleness-- like a twenty-car pile-up in his mouth.