even from the first sip, at least, after it's gone down, there's a warmth in his throat that swims up to his head. there's no residual buzz from such little consumption, but it's nice enough of an affect for Rion to solder on to his second sip.
it's still gross. but that's okay.
he puts it down, licking his upper lip.
the waiter's replaced his fork, which he takes to pull apart the salmon; it separates in flaky chunks. there's no bad odor. the lemons make it smell nice.