He nods--still carefully, but he can manage a shallow one. "A bit, yes. Apparently the myself native to this place really is dead." And, therefore, he can cautiously reacquire some bits of his life without hacking himself off. "It's a suffumitory with a chamomile and lavender base, for use in waiting rooms and common rooms and the like. Apparently this decade's children are even less capable of sitting still for two minutes at a time than children generally are." The current scent curling out of the cauldron is more like ozone and fresh grass, though, at least at the moment. Severus gestures Lucius to one of the chairs by the fireplace.