"I prefer strong words," Ishiah nods with a brief raise of his brows, as though prepared to judge Robin if need be. The layers are clear enough this time for Ishiah to easily find, his eyes focusing on a softer smile hidden behind sharper words. "They show strength of conviction."

Draining the rest of his glass, Ishiah easily stands and rounds the counter, immediately heading towards the nearest sink to wash out his glass. His eyes dart over the bottles, many of the labels clear, certain liquids colored much like liquors he knows from home. But, just in case.

"Some of these brands are unfamiliar. Do you have time to run over them with me?" Ishiah peers in Robin's direction. "Or do you expect me to sample them all?"