"Well, aside from the usual aphrodisiac variety I am thinking you're a fluffy pink mousse and ice cream type of man."

It was a shot in the dark but one that had the angel smiling as he walked in behind Jack, closing the door behind them both. Key tucked away safely as Balthazar made a beeline towards the drinks cabinet, pulling it open and offering his friend a glance inside.

"What's your poison this evening, Jack? I have bourbon, scotch, vodka, rum, tequila, wine, beer and--"

He peeked in behind all the other bottles, jangling them about slightly, as he pulled out a bottle with a crudely drawn sticker on it.

"--moonshine I do believe. Was this from the boys? Perhaps. I can't remember."

Had the angel "borrowed" a bottle of moonshine from the Winchesters? Maybe.