"Mm." he mumbled in agreement, "You know I can't say no to you." Potions were heady things, working quite similar to strong muggle painkillers. Caradoc could blearily remember when Dillon had gotten his appendix taken out when they were in primary school. His brother had been out of his head on whatever was in his drip. Caradoc could also remember the pain potions Poppy had given him in school after his many numerous accidents. None of them compared to these though. Tangling a hand in her dark hair, Caradoc let out a content sigh. "Promise?" he murmured, the words still muffled where his lips were resting against his temple. "You make things better, Tunes." he informed her, voice heavier with each mumbled word. "You make me better." Better. Happier. Lots of things, really.