Julius shrugged. To each their own, was usually how he operated. Unless whatever their own was was so offensive he couldn't stand it. But it took a lot to really annoy him without the instruction manual on which buttons to push. His were sort of unexpected to the casual observer. And anyway, his cook had already heard more than an earful over how terrible his taste was.
"Join the club," he murmured. "Not exactly a badge of honor around here, you know? Anyway, age has nothing to do with it." There were thousand year old Vampires who couldn't appreciate a finely crafted drink, and gifted humans barely old enough to drink who'd taught him a thing or two about craft beers.