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[ She folds it away, takes her time at it — allows him that small measure of privacy before her eyes need turn over him once more. (She's not in the habit of averting them, not about to so begin.) ]

The taste and colouring are too distinctive to be hidden by weaker flavours; if you’ve preference for bitters, I should avoid them hereon.

[ A step back from the bench, what space she might grant, yet shield him if necessary. ]

It is less noticeable in alcohol, in tonics, even when passed as mundane lyrium. [ Though that requires its own degree of unfamiliarity. And, like, a shitload of dye. ] An injection will serve, or any other means of entering the blood; I have known its use upon blades.

There is tell of its inhalation, as a perfume, but this may be a fanciful intrigue, one I've not opportunity to test. Upon a cloth it will dissipate too quickly for much effect.