Aoba's words may as well be two lengths of differently colored rope with completely different knots; Luxaela is utterly lost by the jumping in topic.
The wrinkles in his brow deepen, lips pulling back and showing more sharp teeth than most humans have.
"...Are you horn-brained?! Do you really think I'd poison myself just for the sake of being polite??"
For good measure, Luxaela chugs half of what he has left in one go, and only regrets that he's not savoring it more.
"I don't do anything merely for the sake of politeness. I certainly wouldn't fake being excited to drink this if I wasn't. In fact, you'll find that very little can poison an Ileovoth, simply because we don't have a lot of physical matter to poison in the first place. And what makes us sick, we use magic to purge."
Ah, for all his patience, such a stupid question was really grating. He has the decency to blush for his outburst.
"What a horn-brained question. 'You can drink it, right' while I drink it."
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The wrinkles in his brow deepen, lips pulling back and showing more sharp teeth than most humans have.
"...Are you horn-brained?! Do you really think I'd poison myself just for the sake of being polite??"
For good measure, Luxaela chugs half of what he has left in one go, and only regrets that he's not savoring it more.
"I don't do anything merely for the sake of politeness. I certainly wouldn't fake being excited to drink this if I wasn't. In fact, you'll find that very little can poison an Ileovoth, simply because we don't have a lot of physical matter to poison in the first place. And what makes us sick, we use magic to purge."
Ah, for all his patience, such a stupid question was really grating. He has the decency to blush for his outburst.
"What a horn-brained question. 'You can drink it, right' while I drink it."