[ Lae'zel smiles to watch him struggle with it. It reminds her of her youth, and how many of her crechemates that fared similarly on their first taste. Even she had floundered at the first sip, years ago.

It's nostalgic. Almost painfully so, though perhaps that's the leftover burn from the drink. ]

A liquid flame to rival a red dragon's breath, as I explained.

[ She smiles, smug and proud. ]

What say you? Not too much for your human sensibilities, is it?