Pomp and circumstance was for the Seelies and Unseelies, as far as he was concerned. Satyrs weren't nearly as concerned with rules and hierarchy as other branches of Fae were, though it was probably still a good idea not to make deals with them or say thank you, because they certainly were not above tricks. They just had a different idea of what constituted fun as far as tricks and mischief were concerned.
"You've got me pegged, babe," he replied with a wink. Names! Speaking of! They hadn't exchanged them. Ah well. These things sort of fell by the wayside in the excitement of meeting a new friend sometimes, particularly when alcohol was involved. "Hmm..." He took one small sip, let the flavor dance over his tongue, and deciding he liked it quite a bit, followed that up with a swig from his glass.
It was certainly different from anything he'd ever tasted. Like limoncello, but turned up to eleven. It sent a tingly warmth through him that felt like laying in the grass under a lemon tree on a warm day, but he wasn't sure how to put that into words exactly. "Oh, wow. It feels like... Sunshine. But I'm not sure if that's quite the name for it."