He couldn't exactly tell her how he had lived around the original distillery in Ireland with his aunt and uncle years before she was born, so he'd settle for a bit of a half truth.<br/><br/>"My parents passed when I was very young. I went to live outside of Dublin with my aunt and uncle. The distillery was about six miles away  in Dublin and my uncle was a heavy whiskey drinker, so, we had it around a lot.<br/><br/>"I had my first drink with him and loved it. So, its been my thing ever since. The taste reminds me of good times." He shrugged.<br/><br/>Then the waitress came up, a bottle of their red in hand and two goblets. She put the glasses down and shied away from looking at Ravage.<br/><br/>"Sorry about the wait, Ravage. Iam is making food to cater a big party and everyone was needed for a moment." She was a young human, unaware of what she truly worked with. She straightened and poured the two glasses for them.<br/><br/>"Have you decided or would you like some more time?" she asked, putting a glass in front of Scarlet first, then the other in front of Ravage.