[ Mollymauk's general disposition, even now, is pretty ostentatious. It would be more so were he not stripped of all the ridiculous baubles and unnecessary accessories often adorning his horns, fingers, neck, and literally every other part of him. ]

There's plenty to try — law of statistics says at least one of them might taste slightly less like piss.

[ Molly laughs, pouring some of the weird, oddly colored liquid into a glass and handing it to her. ]

Too handsome for a sentient rock, darling. [ And... technically an alien? Huh. Never thought about it. ] Do you always ask what species people are when you first meet them? [ he sounds genuinely curious, oddly enough.]