Having two white jaguar's running around is bound to get confusing for some people, but Ravage doesn't realize that yet. He just smiles and looks behind the bar.

"Idk! What's good?" He almost never gets to drink anything high grade. Mostly because the other 'Cons back home won't let him for reasons that Ravage doesn't understand. But that's back home, and he is not back home. He had some at the party a while back, but he didn't know it was high grade at the time. Trying something on purpose shouldn't hurt, right?