ghansey:

“KEEP IT” I stared at him. “How much of that kvas have you drunk?”
“None. Keep it. Please.”
“Nikolai, I can’t.”
“I owe you, Alina. Ravka owes you. This and more. Do good works or commission an opera house or just take it out and gaze at it longingly when you think of the handsome prince you might have made your own. FOR THE RECORD, I FAVOR THE LATTER OPTION, PREFERABLY PAIRED WITH COPIOUS TEARS AND THE RECITATION OF BAD POETRY..”