The Englishman smirked at Juniper's embarrassed laugh, but he kept mum as she seemed to investigate the glass with equal parts trepidation and suspicion. Her reacting to the smell–he had to assume it was that, with her little turn and head shake–made him wonder how it smelled to such an enhanced nose as hers. Not good, if he recalled his own juvenile thoughts when he'd first tried it. The alcohol had seemed to burn his nose, near acrid, but he'd grown to like it now.
When she did take a sip, Theo was almost braced for her reaction, even as he relaxed into a second sip of his own. At the twist of her expression, pinching and puckering like she'd tasted something foul, he barely held back a low laugh. Her wheeze encouraged it, but he kept it quiet, deep in his chest, more a rumble than the wild laughter Juniper indulged in. Her teary eyed look of incredulity only had him laughing more.
He lowered his glass, keeping it steady on the desk, as he grinned at her. “Not to your taste?” Theo said through his rumbling laughter.
When she did take a sip, Theo was almost braced for her reaction, even as he relaxed into a second sip of his own. At the twist of her expression, pinching and puckering like she'd tasted something foul, he barely held back a low laugh. Her wheeze encouraged it, but he kept it quiet, deep in his chest, more a rumble than the wild laughter Juniper indulged in. Her teary eyed look of incredulity only had him laughing more.
He lowered his glass, keeping it steady on the desk, as he grinned at her. “Not to your taste?” Theo said through his rumbling laughter.