Orion immediately smiled at the response; clearly, someone had taught her well or she had bothered to look up the response on the internet. Orion still had no idea that Luc travelled with his cousin, having barely seen Nik before he wandered off to do whatever it was he was doing. Baba Violette had not been pleased with the disappearance but it doubled after the attack.
A soft scoff exited his lips as he took the bottle and sipped from it. "Ah, Nik would know how to make the best." The mention of the Manticore solidified where she had learned the language for Orion. Not that Romani people needed to look a particular way, having groups all over the world looks changed, not everyone had dark hair or tanned complexions- as Orion was an obvious case for- but each person had an essence about them. His entire family had this aura of the old ways that he did not need to have Bitsy's sight to see.
The clear liquid burnt all the way down making Orion hum with appreciation as he passed the bottle back. "How long have you known Nik?"