Castiel wasn't sure about many things, but when it came to drinking at bars, he was almost a hundred percent sure that other people weren't supposed to drink you scotch on the rocks. He blinked at the action, then up at the stranger, still reeling over the one overreach before he'd even considered the second.

Was he enjoying himself? He was supposed to be, he imagined, but all this...it seemed a little like a participation sport, and he wasn't really participating.

"Not particularly."

At least it was honest. His attention snapped back to the stranger, and the blue caught his eyes as he looked him over. He looked human enough; not the creature he was looking for, then, not unless his spellwork was good enough to shroud himself in the veneer of humanity. If that were the case, then Loki could be any of these patrons, and Castiel would never find him.

"If you're thirsty," he began, summoning as much courage into his voice as he could muster. "You should order a drink of your own."