"I do not like alcohol." Potentially irrelevant to the conversation, but well worth repeating. Illyria did not enjoy the sensation of sober up, nor did she appreciate being left alone to suffer through it in this tiny room full of books. She was not even able to destroy the establishment to alleviate some of the unworldly ache.

Her shell's head tips to one side. She does not recognize cocoa. Alcohol and blood are the only two mortal substances she has become acquainted with, and she finds the former to be tiresome enough.

"Explain its nature." She is not used to voicing demands in this way, as if it is less of a command and more of a request. She did not fully intend to voice it so. It does not come across as a tone a God-King would take, and this irks her.