[Crowley's not sure either, but he is completely willing to experiment to find out. Can't hurt to try, right? He'll take a swig and...knowing Rick it probably tastes of the crap you find swilling at the bottom of a bar gutter at the end of the night, but it's alcohol so he'll have it. ]

I'll take that as a compliment, if you don't mind. ...I'll take it as one if you do mind, of course, but I thought I'd be polite about it.

[He watches the crowd react to Rick and chuckles a little, taking another swig of the imaginary liquor. It's not so bad if you pretend really hard. ]

Probably end badly for you. The dying part.