[He takes the bottle, lifting it up to take a sip. There isn't any immediate foul taste, nothing that repels him. In fact there's a richness to it, the inherent arcane power in Gale's blood still present despite the treatment. He lets it linger on his tongue for a while, waiting to see how the elixir does color the aftertaste. When it does come, it's with an earthy flavor not unlike a finely aged wine. He's about to upend the rest of the bottle when the sudden astringent flavor of the blood reasserts itself. It's hardly so strong to make him retch, but he can't keep it from showing on his face, his lips twisting into a grimace.]
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I'll love you even if I never can.
[He takes the bottle, lifting it up to take a sip. There isn't any immediate foul taste, nothing that repels him. In fact there's a richness to it, the inherent arcane power in Gale's blood still present despite the treatment. He lets it linger on his tongue for a while, waiting to see how the elixir does color the aftertaste. When it does come, it's with an earthy flavor not unlike a finely aged wine. He's about to upend the rest of the bottle when the sudden astringent flavor of the blood reasserts itself. It's hardly so strong to make him retch, but he can't keep it from showing on his face, his lips twisting into a grimace.]
Oh—well.