It was a nice wine. Cyrus couldn't even tell it was alcohol, barely any bite to it. But he sipped slowly, it made him look like an adult, after all.

"It helps me breathe. I have an enchantment on mine to keep them from breaking within the castle walls. My lungs don't fare well, so I need a medication to help my lungs keep from closing up too much. And then Cyrus finds himself stammering again. "N-No, I'm very scrawny. You can almost see my ribs."

And just like that, Cyrus begins to lisp once more. "I-I don't like my eyeth. I wath pi-icked on them a lot when I-I wath a ki-id." Cyrus began to sink into his shoulders. "I-I really am not that interethting."