[ D'Artagnan glances up at his face, before letting his eyes drop back to the pot. It's starting to smell nice now, with the lemon juice working through. He lifts the bowl of sugar, offering it to Jack. ]

Don't let it boil. You don't want to run the alcohol off.

How sweet do you like it? Put in as much as you want.

[ He had never made it very sweet. They didn't, in France, but he'd let Jack choose. And now, while he doesn't go for the shower, he does go to wash his face, and rub water up into his hair. It feels a little better. ]