Rhea'li slips into the booth across from his new companion and watches him in mild curiosity. It's a little harder to read his expression with the sunglasses but just like when Rhea'li had first approached the guy, there's a thread of pain laced through all this. As much as he would like to tug upon it, Rhea'li leaves it be for now; he's certain it'll come out in due time. "I see."

In contrast, Rhea'li orders a steak. A steak of what kind of meat? Unknown. But he doesn't order a drink, instead accepting a bottle of water (from the tap, cold) and a pair of glasses to pour it into.

Once the waitress leaves, Rhea'li picks up the bottle and uncorks it, briefly glancing at Crowley in a silent question of whether he wanted any.

"You seem like you would know more on this topic than I," Rhea'li begins. "What is a human?"