It's with great dubiousness Zagreus accepts the beverage. It's not a colour he usually drinks, and he's still a little concerned about whether or not he can die in dreams, but if he feels inappropriately threatened by the cocktail he'll just materialise a knife and stab somebody. Besides, he's currently making nice with the locals, to see if anything worthwhile shakes loose. "I suppose that depends. What've you got in your sleeve, besides a full bar?" He sips the drink with narrowed eyes. Even for someone with an inhuman tolerance for sugar at times, that's on the sweet side, and there's not even any candy fish garnishes.