“Sure, want me to spice it up? Add a little holy to it?” Meg smirked to herself as she got out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, sitting down next to him on the couch. “So what’s up?”

_{“I only do holy for business meetings,” he said, leaning back. “Unfortunately for you, i don’t feel the need to have it burning down my throat for a good few minutes.” Not that it actually would do anything major; some heart burn, but he was used to that by now.} 

_{“Then again…  it’s not like it would change anything.” least of all with the situation he was in at the moment. “So… consider me here for an hour-  just  long enough to get them off my trail.”}