Michael
Michael moved to catch the glass before it fell over, though he'd drunk enough to make that fairly easy. The sudden flare of heat coming from the man, however, matched with the determination in his voice, brought a smile to the immortal's face. This defiant will, this steely determination, these would serve him well over his long years.
"Good," Michael said at last, "Steal it back, all of it. I hope we can actually share a drink the next time we do this. After all, in a place like this, I'm sure you can find a way. I don't think I need to say this, but don't settle for anything less than that."