The drink tasted just fine, Sabre thought as he sipped on a few drops while turning to watch Zipporah strut away.  The taste was perfectly feminine, and had him licking his chops while imagining more creative ways to drink it next time without a glass.  And that kiss Daelen took without a peep of complaint...<br/><br/>"You're right.  Maybe I just did find the right sort of girl to bring out the very best in me," he smirked back while letting his friend walk away to greet the newcomers.  This left Zipporah alone with him for a few choice seconds, and he capitalized as best he could by leaning back against the counter on an elbow while glancing over his shoulder at her.<br/><br/>"So, it's your favorite right?  Maybe we can share one next time.  Sans drinking glasses," he teased.  Ah, would it be out of line to just ask for a sweet kiss?  Reaching with his other hand, he tapped the bottom point of her chin playfully and grinned.  "You called Daelen master just now, right?  First time for me hearing that.  It must sound nice rolling off the tongue."