Mm.. [ A thoughtful noise, as he considers the taste and impact. He doesn't have to clear his throat, accustomed to straight whiskey and contraband space brandy, but he still tips his head and quirks his eyebrows. ]
That's like hard liquor sangria, almost. I don't dislike it.
[ Kinda fancy for his tastes, but not bad at all. He knocks back another mouthful, quicker this time, enjoying the smokey kick at the end. ]
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That's like hard liquor sangria, almost. I don't dislike it.
[ Kinda fancy for his tastes, but not bad at all. He knocks back another mouthful, quicker this time, enjoying the smokey kick at the end. ]