[his ears flick, minutely, when he catches that shiver, the corners of his mouth pulling into a little grin-- but it's not something he follows up, attention shifting back to their glasses. ]

What kind of practical art was it, then? Can't just say that without bragging a little more.

[spill, come on.

meanwhile he takes a sip from thancred's drink, with a thoughtful hum.]

-wait, this tastes exactly the same.