Please. I age like a fine wine.

[ Considering Hilda’s hilarious reaction when he’d adopted a Lorenz impression as a distraction technique, he figures it can’t go wrong here, complete with an upturned nose and disdainful sniff.

But it’s quick to melt into a cheeky grin a moment later as he sets his tankard back down on the tabletop, making a face. ]

…Which this is most certainty not. Goddess. Maybe my memory is faulty, I don’t remember it tasting this bad. Maybe Mags is the one getting revenge here.