"Ah, I see," Adrian said with a slow nod. "I simply thought that a witch with something as complicated as Acromantula venom in her stores would be more than up to the challenge of finding a 'miracle cure'." The tone of his voice suggested a playful sort of teasing. "Dare I ask what sort of potions might the discerning witch wish to purchase? Or is that a trade secret?"
When the young woman took his hand, he could practically feel the intention behind it. His smile increased by a degree, but it was a careful, calculated sort of move. "Perfectly charmed, Miss Vane."