[Raven's never had a flaming drink before, so when she slides it over, he's suitably awed.]

Whoa! Nice. A flaming hot drink, just like the bartender who made it.

[He'll leave it to cool down before he gives it a try. Really, the showiness alone made it worth it. To her request, he leans forwards and lowers his voice a notch.]

Ah, but if I told you all my secrets right away, old Raven would lose his aura of mystique. You don't want that, do ya?