And what if they do not wish to satisfy you? What then? Would you force yourself on them? Or just kill them?

[Not that he hadn't met people exactly like Dodger before. His brother was a prime example.

He was still giving Dodger a deeply distrustful glare, but he took the bottle. Before it ever got close to his mouth, he caught a whiff of the strong cinnamon flavor and wrinkled his nose.] Why does it smell like that? What is mixed with the alcohol? [He was already handing it back, not on account of the alcohol, but on account of the cinnamon, a completely foreign smell that he found absolutely repulsive.]