[She is going to do the very British thing here, and resort to the comfort of tea in order to calm her own nerves down. Because, the truth is, this conversation has been a lot.

Her heartbeat is pouding - so she can only hope that keen senses don't count among the skills of a dragon in disguise.

(Does he have a hoard? No, I can't ask that, it'd be rude.)

The line of thought goes towards his blood again, and the possibility of him using it for a wand is just out of this world, so it flies right over her head.]

For the poultice? [Actually considers this.] Maybe it might - I don't think I've brewed anything like that.

[She knows of nine uses for dragon blood and she is not going to start thinking about them, because - because what was once a comfort (the ability to memorise homework) feels tainted now. Feels wrong, in light of these revelations, to even know that you can use dragonblood to get rid of verrucas.]

Ah - I did bring a healing potion with me. [She does reach into her bag now, summons it into her hand and holds it out, bottled inside a perfume bottle from the palazzo.] It is magical, but I'll grant you it might not work. Maybe just take a sip and see?