[Dirk doesn't even hiss at the sting of the alcohol, but he does bite the inside of his lip until it's done. He takes the nectar when Dave holds it out.
He drinks it down quickly, clearly expecting an awful taste to it. Instead, it's the flavor of orange soda, that makes him wish he'd lingered over it.
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He drinks it down quickly, clearly expecting an awful taste to it. Instead, it's the flavor of orange soda, that makes him wish he'd lingered over it.
Next he turns to Dave, deadpan.]
This is the part where I say "Oh gods, it burns."
[It doesn't, and he's looking better already.]