Nah, they're grown. They're from Solomon's bloodline though, so we call 'em Solomon's child. [Fucking, nameable protag, fucking shit,] But I'd let a kid drink this too, if there--
[his face falls a little, and his jaw sets, as if he's trying to avoid grinding his teeth.
...Anyway.] --It's fine to drink, though. Told you, I've had it before. I'll have it now. Doesn't taste like ballsack, and I'd know.
[Just to prove it, he takes a loooooong, noisy slurp; doesn't drain the cup, as if it's something unpleasant to be done with, just has a slurparoo. Swishes it about in his mouth. Swallows. Takes another sip, less obnoxiously loud this time.] If it kills you, I'll follow you soon after. Alright? But it's not a crime; Sitri takes his tea seriously, so he wouldn't do any crimes against it.
what about grundies tho.
[his face falls a little, and his jaw sets, as if he's trying to avoid grinding his teeth.
...Anyway.] --It's fine to drink, though. Told you, I've had it before. I'll have it now. Doesn't taste like ballsack, and I'd know.
[Just to prove it, he takes a loooooong, noisy slurp; doesn't drain the cup, as if it's something unpleasant to be done with, just has a slurparoo. Swishes it about in his mouth. Swallows. Takes another sip, less obnoxiously loud this time.] If it kills you, I'll follow you soon after. Alright? But it's not a crime; Sitri takes his tea seriously, so he wouldn't do any crimes against it.