Oh? You won't drink something called dysentery? [He smiles crookedly.] I'll keep it in mind. Maybe medication names instead.

[Daan sets a glass in front of Heine, then holds his own up as he looks at the amber liquid.]

Either way... Here we are, for now.

And for your information, I keep a decent stock in my office. So if you ever need another one, do let me know, Heine.