"Potions, mostly," he admits. "All kinds of things. Eye of newts can make you clear eyed. Tongue of dog makes you tell only flattering lies." He shrugs a little. "I don't know what this could be."

"I'll clean it up," he looks at Kavinsky for a long time, and then rocks over so he can hold him, if that's what K wants. "And relax. You're tense."