[ When Mephisto didn't move, Reign grew worried. Only when the tea cup began to move that Reign relaxed, watching with a critical eye as the demon took a sip of the tea.
He grimaced upon being told about the tea's flavour, though it seemed that was how it was meant to be. ]
Do you have honey? Some kind of sweetener for it?
[ Reign would keep watch until Mephisto had drank the last of the drink. ]
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He grimaced upon being told about the tea's flavour, though it seemed that was how it was meant to be. ]
Do you have honey? Some kind of sweetener for it?
[ Reign would keep watch until Mephisto had drank the last of the drink. ]