Balthazar shrugs. He supposes Castiel's desire to get drunk with him mostly rules out the idea that this is something he's precipitated. "I suppose that's a reasonable point."

He relents and slides the bottle across the table, before retrieving another one for himself from the liquor cabinet. "Step away from what we are? I think I did that when I left Heaven, don't you?" He cracks open the second bottle and pours himself a glass, "But yes, I understand what you mean. There's certainly nothing wrong with blowing off a bit of steam once in awhile."