Ginko couldn't not smirk at that dream of hers. Did she want to become queen, then? Deeper down, though, he noted she was after man-servants rather than maids.

"I'll humbly accept," he answered, curious of how strong it really was, given Elka's sarcastic streak. Pulling it under his nose, he paused at the smell, but took a sip.

One gulp later, he turned a half-impressed, half-nervous face to Elka as he returned the flask to her.

"That's...something." His voice was tense, but no cough came. "I'm glad we just had lunch."