"It's really bitter," says Faust, as he takes another sip. This does not appear to be much of a problem for him, since he keeps drinking it. Or maybe he's just bound by the ancient contract of 'if someone buys you something, finish it to be polite'.

"How's work? Made up any new spells yet?" For someone who's been raised and surrounded by sorcerers even with his history in mind, Faust doesn't have the slightest trace of apprehension about wizardry. Maybe it's been replaced by the all-consuming desire for revenge.