[realization doesn't come quickly to thoma right now, unusual because he tends to pick up on such things quite easily. still, slowly but surely, it does.]
... Oh!
Young Master Diluc... [thoma leans in, and starts using a softer, conspiratorial voice so no one who may be eavesdropping can hear.] Do you not like alcohol either?
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... Oh!
Young Master Diluc... [thoma leans in, and starts using a softer, conspiratorial voice so no one who may be eavesdropping can hear.] Do you not like alcohol either?