"Well, that's creepy." He muttered, and considering who he was, Jonathan finding something creepy was saying something.
"I synthesized it's components...it's all a chemical reaction after all. I don't need the flower, just what makes it. But I don't need those either right now, I have enough."
In a tiny canister.
"I'm not here to fight...would rather not be here at all, but I don't seem to have a choice in that. You know who I am, I know who you are. We can do a little song and dance and try to beat each other up...or we can call a truce...for now and get something...well that mostly I want, though I doubt you want me to see how long this canister can last as I run around cackling and spraying people in the face."