"Be sure to let me know when you're off duty," Bel smirks.
The verbal slip is a surprise, but of course it must be hard to extemporize backwards. Practice, that's the only cure. "A little, but I could surely stand to hear it again, in honor of the occasion." Raising the glass, eyes gleaming, Bel admires the color for another moment before following Miles's example.
Sweet is the first impression, an almost overwhelming richness -- a draught to be sipped and savored, oh yes, or drained in deep hot swallows to kill pain receptors, brain cells, and probably one's liver. Intense enough to want to go down quickly, and when it did--
Bel managed to mute the cough into a harsh breath, head turned aside automatically with the sensation of breathing actual fire. And that had been a small, cautious sip.
"Ah...." The face flushed bright against the grey scarf, brown eyes glazed for a blink or two until they cleared into laughing admiration. "That's... that's a vile trick to pull on an unsuspecting Betan, Lord Miles. This stuff could put a Jacksonian on the ground. Maybe I should ask them to lay in a stock back home, eh?"
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The verbal slip is a surprise, but of course it must be hard to extemporize backwards. Practice, that's the only cure. "A little, but I could surely stand to hear it again, in honor of the occasion." Raising the glass, eyes gleaming, Bel admires the color for another moment before following Miles's example.
Sweet is the first impression, an almost overwhelming richness -- a draught to be sipped and savored, oh yes, or drained in deep hot swallows to kill pain receptors, brain cells, and probably one's liver. Intense enough to want to go down quickly, and when it did--
Bel managed to mute the cough into a harsh breath, head turned aside automatically with the sensation of breathing actual fire. And that had been a small, cautious sip.
"Ah...." The face flushed bright against the grey scarf, brown eyes glazed for a blink or two until they cleared into laughing admiration. "That's... that's a vile trick to pull on an unsuspecting Betan, Lord Miles. This stuff could put a Jacksonian on the ground. Maybe I should ask them to lay in a stock back home, eh?"