Crowley sniffed delicately.

"Mead, light beer, potato vodka, and moonshine? You two must be really depressed. Or hard up. I think I'll stick with red wine."

He miracled himself a vintage bottle and a glass and sat on the stool provided. With thousands of years experience, he removed the cork and poured.

"Well, you both seem to know what I am, but the name's Crowley. And you are?"