[ A bartender that doesn't like drinking is certainly strange, especially given that until this point none of the people Diluc had served had come back with complaints. That really spoke volumes of the redhead's credibility and, if Childe were honest with himself, is easily impressive in its own right. It just makes him want to fight Diluc even more, to see how his instincts in mixing drinks might translate to instincts in the heat of battle. ]

If it's just for myself then I'm afraid it'll be a short demonstration. I don't particularly imbibe in mixed drinks.

[ It's less that they were too sweet for him and more that they took too much time to make. He glances down on the bottle in his hand and the label marks it as some kind of aged wine, the year much older than what it presently was in Nippon. This is set down on the counter anyway, and he finds himself eying the cabinets in front of Diluc more out of curiosity than anything. ]

Is there any particular reason why you don't indulge? I'm curious.