Before Lance could protest either the 'scrawny' comment or the fact that she was shoving food on him, she was already gone. He settled for chuckling and shaking his head.
His first instincts had been right. Definitely trouble.
Now he had to fulfill his promising about slowing down the siphoning. He also had a little vial to pour in the cauldrons of his own potion, something that made these a little more traceable-- and didn't change the effect that the potions had, making it very difficult for his targets to notice.