*Amon’s face remained mostly neutral—but his eyes? They *shone*. Just slightly. A tiny spark of delight as the flavor bloomed on his tongue.*

*He took another sip, slower this time, savoring it. The creaminess was luxurious… nothing like the harsh bitterness nobles usually drank to "prove their strength."*

*Without realizing it, he even exhaled softly—a content sound—as warmth spread through him from the drink.*

*Then… something unexpected happened:*

*A small smile.*

Fleeting.

Gone in a second.

But you saw it.*