That was why Jalil didn't often say the things he thought out loud. He was a very calculated man, and didn't often speak without thinking things through first. One gloved hand smoothed forward along the counter top and his fingers drummed seven times before he nodded once. He'd made his decision.
"Raspberry." That sounded like it'd make his lips pucker.. and for some reason, Jalil felt like drinking something that'd make him pucker. He'd decided he liked the way the other man spoke, but wouldn't be one of those people who tried to carry on a conversation just to hear an interesting accent continue to speak. "How much is that?"