"For something stronger than juice, mostly," he replied honestly. His lips quirked into something more smirk than smile. "I'm afraid I'm not much of a fan of fruit juice, but if you happen to have come across a bottle of good wine... We aren't provided with the quality of food and drinks I am used to."

He walked closer, unwilling to stifle his curiosity any longer. "I take it you are no Vedran." Even if he had established as much already, the revered founders of the old.Commonwealth weren't pink, and were unlikely to chat about fruit juice.