Christian is already beyond the point of worrying what may be good for him or not. Storm notices his glass refilling and watches him drinking it in one go again. This time with a little more countenance.

He looks at the empty glass like a pawnbroker might. Then he actually turns and looks her in the face.

"It's good. And it's nice to see no little apples flying around when you drink it."

His language is already a little affected, so she's not really sure if he said just that.