Persephone has spent the last several thousand years drunk as time has moved on, so she knows the signs of someone else being drunk all to well indeed. There's a little grin on her face as she watches the angel, and then she takes the flask back with a grin.

"You're welcome, sister. Ya al'right over there? Do ya be needing to be sitting down or anything." Persephone doesn't think that she's at that point, not yet, but it's definitely better to be safe than sorry. She ain't had a mortal throw up on her in over a hundred years, and the goddess wants to be keeping it that way.