"Hm, should I be concerned about what I'm about to imbibe then?" He jokes, letting it waft under his nose again. "Seems quite potent."
Not that that seems to stop him as he'll take a swig anyway. He actually does lose a little of his composure, coughing at the heavy hit of the burning sensation on his throat.
"Vishante Kaffas!" He coughs a little more, clearing his throat, though his voice is still taught when he speaks. "Is Sara here? Did she do this? It's awful."
It tastes like something she could've likely brewed in an old shoe or something she got from her friends. But, it does the trick and he finds, despite himself, he's drinking more.
"Sorry, right, how rude of me. I'm Dorian." He clears his throat again, wincing a little. "Dorian Pavus. A pleasure, I'm sure."
He finishes the glass and shakes his head."At least now you know the name to write on my grave marker if this stuff kills me. I would prefer something in marble, perhaps a lovely statue in my likeness."
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Not that that seems to stop him as he'll take a swig anyway. He actually does lose a little of his composure, coughing at the heavy hit of the burning sensation on his throat.
"Vishante Kaffas!" He coughs a little more, clearing his throat, though his voice is still taught when he speaks. "Is Sara here? Did she do this? It's awful."
It tastes like something she could've likely brewed in an old shoe or something she got from her friends. But, it does the trick and he finds, despite himself, he's drinking more.
"Sorry, right, how rude of me. I'm Dorian." He clears his throat again, wincing a little. "Dorian Pavus. A pleasure, I'm sure."
He finishes the glass and shakes his head."At least now you know the name to write on my grave marker if this stuff kills me. I would prefer something in marble, perhaps a lovely statue in my likeness."