If I'm to drink anything with these names, I'd like to enjoy the contents.

[He can catch the fondness, but Alucard is also rather good at protesting too much for the sake of leaning into the image of himself that's been crafted over so many years.

Alucard accepts all of the drinks, although the name of the royal fuck deserves a good side eye on principle.]

Cheers then.

[First shot, first face of complete disapproval at the taste of what's in there. Alucard's entire face contorts for a single, glorious, horrified moment.]

Who created this and why do they hate alcohol?