"An alcoholic drink mixed with rum and sugar. It wasn't so bad; that party." He reflects on it a moment with the French court and then finding Rose after a little too much to drink. There's a smile on his face, "You would like it, I'd imagine." If she were able to indulge on any pleasures such as that, but given she didn't drink tea answered that for him.

He closes his eyes for a moment, anticipating a change in the water flow with her stepping in. It made him think of rain falling on rooftops and the change in tune it would have depending on the material of said rooftop.