Dimitri was happy to share the booze. The more the merrier as far as he was concerned, but he was a little more reluctant to surrender the flask for testing lest it accidentally be broken. He poured most of the booze out into the Siva Coffee Co cup and slid it towards Charles with a smile.
“No, there’s no nuts in this one. A few things but no nuts in this one! I’ll tell you after you taste it how’s that?" he snatched the cup up for a drink before Charles could touch it and held onto it as he continued.
"The catalyst can not manifest liquid from nothing, it can only replenish what is left . I’m not a sorcerer so I don’t know the exact science of it all to be honest. If I could, I would have Telvah’ra explain it all to you but alas the master sorceress is not here so you shall get my version of it all” he finished with a dramatic yet wobbly pose as he lifted the flask high above his head. The monk cleared his throat for an added effect
“This is a minor catalyst...on second thought, perhaps we should all sit down for a brief history lesson.” he hopped up on a nearby table and was silent for a few moments Then rested the cup down and settled back on his table, propping one leg up to make himself more comfortable.
“Now this little slice of history goes way, way back. Back before I was even thought of. Back before my parents were even thought of and even before the Grand Coucil and the United Craftsmen Guild!”
The monk paused to jog his memories and sift through years of research and history lessons. He looked at the cup once more then took hold of it for another drink before anyone else could get their hands on it.

There was no way these people would believe the history lesson that he was planning! After all their knowledge of magic seemed fairly limited in comparison to the lore that was common knowledge of the Temperance people.

Dimitri tapped his chin for a few minutes and took another sip then wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve. 
“You guys are probably going to think I’m crazy but you have to try and understand that Temperance’s magical core is literally an embodiment of magical energy. As sure as the grand ocean we are buried so deep in right now, Temperance once throbbed with unchecked magic. Her magical core is considered by many as somewhat of a sentient being, with thoughts and emotions. She whispers to her people on the wind. Her Laughter can cause the very ground to shutter...Her tears; heavy enough to fill a lake...” A pause for dramatic effect...and another sip.
“So in the days of old, before the Great Terra-form, wars waged with catastrophic results. The power of those Ancient Titans is almost unfathomable. Their armies of followers were too many to count. It is agreed by lore masters across the four continents that these Titans and their followers were responsible for the Core’s initiation of what history calls The Great Terra-form. The four risen continents that is modern Temperance...All birthed from the magical abuse of those ancient people and their devastating wars. I suppose we should thank them really, but I Digress." 
He distractedly tugged at a loose thread  on his robe then looked up once more and continued.
"Ah yes! Absolutely All of the Titans were slain by agents of the Core during the Great Terra-form and most of their followers as well, but the few tribes that remained were forced to live within great cave systems and labyrinths without their Titans until the Core was finished with Her Terra-form. No one really knows how long the Great Terra-form took, but once it was completed  and the remainder of civilization scattered across the four continents they basically had start over. The Magical energy that once so freely roamed the lands sealed forever by the Core herself." The monk sighed almost sadly
"Only several key veins exist in the new world and these are scattered across the risen continents allowing some of the Core’s magic to vent. Well after some time a group of more clever craftsmen more clever than the rest, found the locations of said veins and this is what triggered the founding of the United Craftsmen Guild and said guild later became responsible for the construction of the Mega Catalysts. Think of them as distributions hubs for most of the magical catalysts used by the people of Temperance today. These Mega Catalyst sites are heavily fortified and policed by the United Craftsmen Guild. While politics of the New world are handled by the Grand Council. Oh And Grand It is! Made up of dozens of representatives from each of the Four continents so everyone has a say in the final say...so to speak” 
He chuckled at the statement then raised the cup to his lips once more taking a long drink from it.

Dimitri was unsure how the Twain and Charles would feel about him after hearing his lousy take at the history of Temperance but it did not matter to him all that much. It wa s along and complicated hstory. In fact, he half expected them to burst out laughing right there and he wouldn’t blame them if they did!

This time the monk showed the cup to Charles once he was finished drinking from it,winked, then poured the little bit left in the cup back into his flask and replaced the lid. With a serious expression on his face he mumbled a ridiculous sounding chant then shook the flask violently a few times before bursting out laughing.
"Just kidding!"

A few moments later those sensitive to magical energy would feel a strange stir in the air as Dimitri focused his energy. The crystal pulsed with a faint blue glow illuminating the monk’s hand as the catalyst responded to his soul essence and his will. In a  few seconds, the monk  poured more booze out into the coffee cup once more, filling it to the point that it overflowed.  
He smiled triumphantly as he slid the cup towards Charles finally gesturing for him to take a drink.
“Well have at it Charles! Dimitri’s finest! Well perhaps not my finest but damned good either way.” 

The concoction would be ice cold as if just removed from a refrigerator and
despite the fact that it had been watered down from several refills,  the booze would still be stronger than the average aged scotch without that common choking aftertaste. The flavor would be rich and sweet with a hint of a smokey aftertaste similar to coffee. Its flavor so smooth it would encourage one to take a long gulp of it. Heaven forbid that person was a light drinker, they would feel the effect almost instantly perhaps even black out entirely just from one long gulp of it!

Dimitri could hardly contain himself as he waited, all other questions ignored for the moment. If Charles could handle the drink without passing out, he would be more than happy to answer some more questions. If not, well the jovial monk would certainly have a good laugh and perhaps draw a crooked mustache and goatee on Charles’ face while he was down for the count.