[Okay, so he definitely doesn't actually like drinking very much, does he? Yuuri sets the empty glass down on a nearby table, his movements still surprisingly graceful for a guy who's been drinking questionable cocktails and shots for a couple of hours.]

[Or maybe not so surprisingly, to Yuri.]

Lots of people like it, but not everyone does, and different people like different things. Otherwise, there'd be no point in making so many different types, right?

[His voice is a little gentler -- not like he's babying Yuri, exactly, but there's something about the young god that makes him just... want to look out for him a little. His pride, maybe. It's the pride of someone with something to prove, someone who doesn't want to be treated like he's weak or helpless, and Yuuri doesn't know why, but that resonates with him, somehow.]

[Getting an idea, he smiles.]

If I order you something different, will you trade me for that one? I have an idea you might like better.