Oh, please. I'm spoiling you just enough. When else do you get to be spoiled, if not by me, hm? [ Claude plants his forearms on the bar between them, bent at the waist, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet in anticipation. He started this job out of a mixture of resentment and desperation to start with, but that feeling has long since faded; he now genuinely enjoys his work, enjoys seeing people like what he whips up, enjoys the mystery of unlocking every patron one step at a time. ]

I don't think what I could have been was very nice at all. I much prefer being like this, here, in good company. We'll dictate our own destinies. And right now, your destiny is to take a sip of that and tell me how you like it.