The corner of her lip twitched as she referred to their organic brother in such a way. She resisted the smile that would come with such a twitch.
"You were always so charming," she purred as he took her hand, something in his touch electric for her, energizing as he squeezed. His strength, his presence as Cocaine and the influence he had over all he encountered and the way those under his sway fell so deeply, was tangible. She could almost taste him, a distant memory, so distant it was hard to grasp, the feeling of having cocaine in her system, and Cocaine in her.
She withdrew her hand. He trusted her. A sleepy look took her features - then, there was always something distinctly calm and sleepily serene about Morphine, for she was, in a way, Sister Sleep. "What is a woman to think when her brother comes to her and tells her such things?" Her tone was sweetened in that it echoed the way she would have spoke to him upon first meeting him. Something curious, something doting, something needy.
She slipped to the locked cabinet to the left of the desk. Behind the glass were rows and rows of bottled morphine sulfate, and the second shelf had a container of sharps, as well as a container labeled "biohazard" where used 'sharps' were placed to be disposed of safely at the end of each month.
She unlocked the cabinet, pulling out a few things, and returned to her perch-lean against the desk. She placed a vial of morphine on the desk next to her, as well as a fresh, disposable hypodermic syringe and needle. Alongside it, she placed a bottle of Avinza - morphine sulfate in pill form, single-dose time release.
Raising an eyebrow, she inclined her chin with a tilt of her head, regarding him. She would stop playing coy, now. "It is fascinating to know you have, mm, picked your poison, Cocaine. But what form might you desire? For there are so many different options, so many more than there were, once." She gestured back to the cabinet - MS Contin bottles were there as well, as well as Avinza, as well as materials needed to set up an I.V. morphine drip. Everything.
For mortals, she wrote prescriptions. For war heroes made gods, she hand delivered. For family...?