Di perches on his shoulder, attentive even as she is. She hadn't actually expected the answer to be yes but the word energon is a familiar one. Orion had spoken about it--it was that substance that sort of served as their 'blood' wasn't it?

If that's all they had, though, it was a little sad. Food was yummy. So were many drinks. Di would miss the sensation of taste too much if she were to ever inexplicably become a race that did not need sustenance.

"Nothing at all? Nothing like alcohol either?"