"What about 'Carpe piscis'?" he asked with a faint grin, leaning closer to Clint for a moment, "Seize the fish." It was a really bad pun but who didn't like a good Latin joke? He loved language jokes even if they didn't make sense to him because he didn't speak the damned language. Hell, he didn't even really speak Latin though he knew a fair bit because of spells.
Alright, he wanted interesting in the potions. "Alihotsy draught? Causes hysteria." Yes, he was going alphabetically. And really, he could not think of a reason to actually hold on to alihotsy draught other than it'd been interesting to brew. Otherwise... Oh. That. Alright. He cleared his throat and picked up the bottle with a liquid that had a mother-of-pearl sheen. "Amortentia. Highly dangerous. It's a love potion - but it can't create love. Just obsession. The interesting thing about it is that it smells differently for everyone - things that make someone attractive to you or provoke a memory from someone you're interested in. Rather personal to ask someone what they smell."
Still, he uncorked the bottle and tilted it towards Clint with an arched eyebrow. Did he want to take a sniff?