Sylvando noticed the slight sneer at the water glasses, but met it with an squally slight shrug. If Crowley could find wine and wine glasses and still have enough left for Aziraphale, Sylvando would gladly join him in it, since he figured that everyone in their little group could use a drink. If not, they'd still have something to drink with their soup.

He gave a bit of a wry chuckle at Crowley's comment about the general level of drama. That was certainly true. His next question though, caught Sylvando a bit off guard. "A demon?", he repeated in surprise. Of course, if Aziraphale and possibly Crowley were angels, naturally, they'd be concerned about demons. So he supposed the question made sense. "Believe me, if I was a demon, you'd know; I can't speak for the ones from your world, but the ones from Erdrea tend to stick out in a crowd. Not to mention they have no taste whatsoever; even the few that wear more than a loincloth and a few bits of armor are horribly tacky. I wouldn't be caught dead looking like that."

"And I'm not armed, either," he said. At least he assumed a 'bazooka' was some sort of weapon, as that's how it sounded in context. "I'll have to get a weapon sooner or later, but even when I do, I'm not likely to bring it on a friendly visit; so gauche, you know?"