As Geno takes hold of the fragile cup and stares blankly up at the foxtaur, he can't help but briefly have second thoughts. Were things to take a turn for the worse, his only method of escape would be<span style="font-style: italic">directly through</span>Nurkisi. The dragonfolk was strong, but not quite that strong.<br/><br/>He soon shook those wandering thoughts from his mind, though, and the dragonfolk raised his cup and clinked it in a toast. "Happy hunting!" Geno chuckled a bit and quickly downed the scolding hot tea. The flavor nearly knocked him off of his feet. "Oh my! It really bites you back, doesn't it...?"