“Good morning, Master Sawyer. I prepared you a restorative drink.” Sawyer sighed and Andvari had to bite back a laugh. “Cecil, buddy, I appreciate you more than you know. I swear I do, but do those drinks have to taste like you dug up something dead and marinated it in sewage?” Cecil’s lips twitched, but he managed to keep his butler-cool. “I prefer to marinate in the blood of our enemies, sir. Shall I change to sewage?”
