[It's an acquired taste.]
While watching TV together, Morgan looked over at Alex. "What are you drinking?" Morgan asked.
Alex, lifting the cup and glancing at it, said "Blood of my enemies."
Morgan, curious, asked "What does that taste like?"
Alex glanced at the cup and passed it to Morgan, who took a sip. "There's more in the kitchen if you want your own cup." Alex offered.
Morgan shook his head firmly. "No, I think I'm good."