"Uh-oh, sounds like we'll get along well enough, then. There shouldn't be anything wrong with being drinking buddies with the daughter of one's romantic interest, should there?" He has to consider that in the light of human social mores, for which it's admittedly a little weird, but for immortal beings it might be all right.

He nods at the warning, putting an arm around his vessel's chest as if to comfort the human soul in it. "I can usually protect him, but I've never been in my own world's version of Hell, let alone your Chaos. Best to be safe."

He smiles wistfully. "Probably for the best, then. I don't think I'd enjoy meeting an angel dead set on hurting me. Even my angriest siblings at least try to talk to me before they make an attempt at stabbing me. If you run into Castiel here, he's probably safe enough to talk to, and Samandriel. Actually, you'd probably get along well with Samandriel, though I imagine he'd be jumpy around the rest of your family."