Galos' heart skipped a beat when the sigh came from his right. However, he did not act right away, especially seeing that she was slinking away as if she had done something bad. Instead, he set his glass down and turned to her, his eyes drilling into her as the sire addressed her. Galos was relieved that his sire did not take offense, but he was unsure whether or not he should let it slide or not. She had chosen to the emerald over the ruby. Though it did not match her outfit, it showed she was starting to think less of her standings and more of the House's. Coupling that with how she reacted to her own noise, Galos was tempted to let it slide. Or at the very least, not punish her for it.<br/><br/>As the sire began talking to him, Galos snapped his attention to the other end of the table, relieving Karie of his gaze. As his master explained it all to him, Galos thought for a moment, before giving him more information.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"My first taste was in Terra. A long pull. I was interested in the taste and once I had some, it was difficult to pull myself away. Then later that same day, perhaps an hour or two at most, I had a stout glass filled and enjoyed most of it before the it affected me. Perhaps it was the amount of consumption?"</span><br/><br/>The sire thought for a moment, idly stabbing a few bits of his food for consumption as he thought on this information.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00"> "I would assume that the overall amount is what caused it, yes. In Terra, the effects are delayed, for similar reasons as to why our strength is diminished. So I assume that once your body acclimated to Tenebrae once again, it was about the time you consumed the glass. Thus, it was accelerated and caused this incident you are referring to. I would still have your men continue their tests for confirmation, but I believe that the purity and concentration is the cause of it."</span>There was a pause in the conversation, as Galos processed this information, thinking for himself on it. During this lull, the sire spoke up once again.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"Would you mind terribly if I tasted it for myself?"</span>the sire asked.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"I have never had pure Tal'ren blood, simply the bottle of wine I have procured."</span><br/><br/>Galos hesitated for a moment at this request. His greed was beginning to shine through. This was a time he was worried about Karie's wellbeing, as well as his own standing with his sire. If he refused, though his sire surely would not press the matter, it would cast a bad light on him. However, if he did allowed his sire to drink, he risked Karie's health for the rest of the day, as well as his claim if his sire went for the neck. There was little time to think on it without appearing rude, but Galos relented.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"You may, but do note, my Lord, that she recently had blood drawn," </span>Galos said, gesturing for Karie to stand and approach the sire.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "And, forgive my rudeness, but you are allowed only a taste from the wrist."</span>