You realize you're suggesting I taint the only reliable supply of coffee there is in this city. Do I seem like that terrible of a person to you?

[It's a joke, Elena. He's joking. About Italians. That's the joke.]

I'll test it on myself first before anyone else ingests it. It's not that I don't trust you, it's that I only trust you about seventy-five percent. It's probably fine, though. Besides, I heal up quick in the event of any unforeseen difficulties. [He purses his lips, pauses a moment, then nods sharply.] I'll get you whatever you need for yourself. Just tell me how much and when.

Destroying it, at least, won't be easy for you, even if you should find it. My creations don't like to be hurt.