With the best of intentions, I served him a glass of iced herbal tea with a gentle endorsement. "Try this, dear; it's herbal tea. No sugar, just tea." Glass to lips, he sipped. "Hmmm," said my eyes as I took in his hesitant demeanor. And then, as tactfully as he could muster: "It's refreshing. But it looks like bile-stained infected urine."
Wow. I've said it before and I shall say it again; what a guy.