Stephen and Illy
There was a crooked smirk on Stephen's face at the blood red drink. She was learning swiftly, and she was adept at whatever she did. The red suited her, a young woman who thought she was a demon. It wasn't like she was trying to fight that image either. She embraced it, tinkered with it, probably questioned it...
It wasn't a bad thing. He did the same things too. It was probably part of wielding magic. Insatiable curiosity and imagination.
"Yes. Because I'm casting some spells to make them. Want to learn?" he asked, his smirk turning into a smile.