"Ah," Enoch sighs. "A lifetime of healthy eating, undone in an instant." This is sarcasm; their mother would be appalled at his diet of takeout and prepared meals if she knew. He does try to keep things nutritional—his upbringing is too deeply ingrained in him—but sometimes he orders a chocolate croissant with his coffee out of spite.

Drinking this disgusting shot would also work as spite. He's definitely motivated by spite and not by the flash of happiness Crysta shows whenever he does something she tells him to. Enoch picks up the red shot glass, and salutes her with it. "If this is poison, you should know that I wrote you out of my will already, and my entire estate is going to Ernestine Waters." He knocks back the shot. "Ugh."