Well, the fact that they're conversing rather than coming at one another with drawn blades or other weaponry is a pretty auspicious start, if you ask the angel. If he were a better angel, Balthazar would be worried about the mortals around here and possibly prepared to threaten Alastor with smitings, but...

He just doesn't see the point. He's not a Guardian Angel, after all. Only has been once or twice before, short-term. It's good work when you can get it, but some days it's hard to care about the human species as a whole, let alone individuals.

Meanwhile, depending how Alastor's senses work, he might note that Balthazar is well-hidden within his human vessel. His wings will occasionally cast vague shadows, but it's never a good idea to whip them out in public. Someone is bound to go blind. His natural form is a ring of fire and eyeballs, which would beg questions even in a place like this.

"Technically, I suppose it's not me drinking so much as my vessel," he says thoughtfully. "Given that I'm not really corporeal so much as a wave of celestial intent. But I get to taste it through the body I'm borrowing, so I get some enjoyment, at least."

"Ah, I thought you were asking about other peoples' resolutions because you needed suggestions for your own. Merely prurient interest, then?"