[ Roxy picks up her glass, offering a small, polite smile when Cassidy clinks his own drink against hers, but even then, she waits until he's had a mouthful before she sips any of her own. It's one thing to agree to swap drinks to satisfy her concerns, but making sure he actually drinks it is what actually matters. But's not coughing or choking or otherwise dying, so she feels confident enough that she'll be all right. And that Cassidy is a little more honest than perhaps his image implies.

She wets her lips as she sets her glass down, chasing any of the sweetness left behind on them. ]

That's quite nice, actually.

[ Not too sweet in her own opinion, but she prefers sweeter things anyway, and she understands that the ingredients available now may not have been available back in his time, so it's bound to taste different to what he knows.

Roxy glances up from watching his fingers toying with his empty glass, her eyes meeting with his. The corner of her mouth quirks a little and she tilts her head slightly. ]

They've done away with capital punishment in the U.K. [ She pauses, then offers something that might sound more familiar to him. ] In London. But even if they hadn't, I wouldn't worry - I'm not as easily overtaken as you might assume.

[ Roxy pauses for only a moment, and then raises her glass to take another sip from him, looking straight at Cassidy over the rim. ]