Favor fell on the bold. At least, that was the saying.
In the year and a half that his soul had been in Limbo, it seemed that the family had undergone some interesting events. Interesting being the kinder word to use (the other word he would have been tempted to use was batshit, but he'd decided to work on his cursing this time around). Unlike the way Eve handled this, he had a more hands on a practical approach. The aura of his second born had shifted, less human and more monster. He suspected that Scarlett already dealt with him, cast a spell and kept it all hidden under the rug but he wasn't as neat with his approach.
Gray's bar was not a place that he would ever miss visiting when he went to Ceres Centropolis - who do you think taught his sons their love for alcohol? So, as he drank the whiskey, he looked over to where his second eldest stood and smiled. At least, he was still alive. Technically.
"You know, you should expand beyond whiskey," he suggested, "Tap into bourbon. Vodka even. Just create a new brand of high-end alcohol. Become a household name."