The grin on Azriel's face widened at Lioren's words.
"Quite a night?" Azriel chuckled. "I can certainly relate."
Using his ice affinity, Azriel shaped a cup from frost and poured the liquid from his flask into it until it was nearly full. Then he looked at Lioren and offered it to him.
Lioren stared at him.
Then at the cup.
He hesitated for a few seconds, his aloof expression unreadable, before finally taking it. He brought the cup closer and took a small sip.
Azriel watched, amused, as Lioren's face subtly contorted while his taste buds tried to understand what he had just drunk.
"…Lemon," Lioren whispered.
Then his brows faintly furrowed.
"But… it is intoxicating?"
"Alcohol," Azriel answered.
"Can it make me drunk?"
"Depends on whether you're a lightweight," Azriel said with a shrug before taking another sip from his flask.
At this point, he was definitely going to get drunk.
