Your imagination really loves to ruin riot, doesn't it?

[He laughs. Not that he's one to talk, with the places his mind often ventures to, but it's amusing all the same.]

Well, dear Flayn, you're about to taste that forbidden beverage. [When a waiter arrives, he orders a regular black coffee for himself without any sweeteners, and after asking for suggestions for Flayn, settles on a caramel latte, which is sweet but still enough to give her a taste of what coffee is like.

That done, his attention is back on her.]

While we wait... I suppose fair is fair. You told me about who you are first, so go ahead and ask me whatever you want to know.