Sonny lifts his eyebrows as he looks across the bar at the man standing there. He only hesitates a moment before he nods, sensing the fact that the man needs it (Sonny is a demon of emotions. He feels them. He can push on them if he really wants to, if he needs.

The demon always wants to. Sonny only does so when push comes to shove and there's no better way to fix a situation).

"One of my worst coming up."

It's said without further ado, and as an eighty year old bartender, he knows a few tricks up his sleeves as to what could be the worst.

"Any reason you need the worst tonight?"