The blood you bleed Is just the blood you owe

The scent filled the den as the dark liquid poured into the cups. Her eyes lingered on a few of his cuts and bruises. She'll have to tend those soon if he wishes it. She half started as he invited her to sit and drink with him. Her? She sat by the goblet that was meant to be hers. She took a greedy sip but immediately sputtered and coughed. It had hit the back of her throat with such force as to wind her! Though it was smooth on the way down! She could almost feel it in her nose!
It made her wince and curl her toes!

"How-how do you- drink it?" She coughed and sniffed, "How do they all like the taste?" She asked, wiping a tear from her cheek.

"Speech"