Alastair took a sip of the liquid and he was fairly sure his own pupils dialted from pleasure. The drink was just...exquisite. There was licorice-like taste of the anise but underneath it were several other aromatic flavors Alastair could barely begin to put his fingers on.
He took another sip and then he looked up at her. "This is exquisite," he said. It was strong too and he was pretty sure his head would be swimming soon enough.
Alastair had to concentrate on what she was saying. The combination of alcohol and smoky room and beautiful woman was dulling his senses a little.
"I think that might make Willard more angry at me. Physical punishment, I mean. I don't think I could do it. I wish he did respect me, though. I do." For some reason now the fact that Will didn't respect him was more upsetting than Will's unhappiness.