How could he not be happy with so thoughtful a gift and Ignis allowing him such leniency? Even if he does have to counter it with fussing, as is his wont. "If nothing has been able to heal it all these years I doubt some little fae nonsense would be able to." There's a faint sigh in his tone but he shakes his head dismissively, immediately ruining any small measure of order Ignis had managed to enforce on his hair.

He couldn't stop himself from returning that smile from Ignis, even if he'd wanted to. It makes the moment he takes to sniff the liquid in the glass seem more playful than he necessarily means it to be but he can't be bothered to care. There's an expectation with a word like nectar that it will be sweet, though he's not entirely sure that's correct. It's hard to tell just from the smell, too. So he just offers Ignis a slight shrug before finally taking a drink, not small enough to be considered a sip but only just. If it isn't pleasant he doesn't want more than he needs in his mouth but he wants to make sure he drinks enough for it to have the intended effect.

It is, indeed, sweet but also floral in the aromatic way that makes it stick in his sinuses, just shy of cloying. He wrinkles his nose a little but swallows it with little more fuss. "Not terrible? The flowery.... ness. Sorta makes it taste... like soap though."