Eliot's eyes popped a little. He hadn't expected that strong of a response — but then, he hadn't needed to be High King for a couple of months now. He'd kind of stopped keeping an eye on the snark.

Next he'd get to find out whether he'd done her a personal offense or committed some kind of cultural faux pas in the traditions of wherever she was from. For right this second, plain honesty seemed like the only play.

"I'm — sorry. I'm not used to sharing a cup with someone I'm not swapping spit with... and I don't actually like beer that much."