[Alaric rests a hand on his chest and bows as low as he can at that.]

Your wish is my command as always, Your Majesty. I shall personally ensure that any and all disgustingly sweet tea is disposed of so you need not trouble yourself with such things.

[Of course, he's smirking like an asshole when he rises and raises his cup in a toast.]

So let me know when you're done with yours and I'll finish it off.