"Stop looking at my curse like a cat wanting to pounce on a ball of yarn," he warned, looking at her, realize that there really wasn't much he could do to stop her if she wanted to try and play with his curse, killing him in the process. In a way he was almost grateful for it now. Even though it was a pain, he was alive, well past his years. It was only until he remembered how much he had lost that he grew angry and upset all over again.
Shaking his head, he picked the list up one last time, before disappearing into one of his back rooms. After a few minutes, he came back holding one last ingredient, setting it carefully down on the counter as if from one touch it would suddenly explode. "Now I'm sorry to say that I do not have the last two items."