[The bartender is very openly conflicted. Alastor is terrifying but if he does a good job, maybe Angel will sleep with him.]

[Alastor sets his drink back down on the napkin, turning his head just enough so he can keep an eye on the bartender out of the corner of his eye while focusing on Angel.]

Trying to get me drunk or giving our nervous little friend something to do with his hands?

[He's not insulted. More amused. Particularly since the bartender is reaching as far as he can with the bottle to top off Alastor's glass.]

I've read it before but I always find it amusing to compare and contrast with the twisted Wonderland we call "Hell".