He made himself stop before he’d drunk too much; he didn’t want to make himself sick with it, and he should probably ration it in case he didn’t get any more for a while. Merlin only knew what the Order were planning to do with him – if the standard of his dwellings were any indication of their attitude toward him, they very well might not bother feeding him every day. That particular diet plan was a favourite of the Dark Lord’s, and how he’d ended up losing so much weight in the past six weeks.