[Funny thing, that he looks so at home with the tiny Cutiefly roosting upon his person. Seated as he is, his Sigilyph looms into his space as it leans in to inspect the beverage, combed claws pawing at one of his arms. After a few moments it withdraws, moving to hover close to Hythlodaeus now, almost inspecting him.]

You are aware that this body has not had any food today, correct? [He smiles wryly.] Far be it from me to dissuade you. Perhaps it may be imperative for me to remind you that perhaps I may enjoy paying you back.

[He first sips the drink, weighing the flavor on his tongue, before nodding and downing the entire thing in one go.]

[A cheeky grin.] A taste of home I've greatly missed.