Syrlya looks down at the shot before putting it back, as slowly as the first time. Next time, he'll need to specify that he wants the better tasting alcohol.

"You mean Cole?" Cole is, at least, the only spirit he knows of around the carnival. Unless that's what all the Cindersprites are, he doesn't know, he hasn't asked about them.

Anyway, Syrlya has no one he particularly feels like snooping on, so Cole's as good an option as any.