He looks at her. Flushing in modest embarressment. Rubbing the back of his head. He nods his head. Taking the vial and sniffs it. "It smells bad. Something in my head is screaming if it smells bad it has to taste better. Don't remember why..." he looks at Aphrodite. "Thank you." he adds. Taking it and nods. "Alright." He says. Closing his eyes and downs it like a shot of vodka on fire. Quickly and with very little time for it to rest upon his tongue. He still scrunched up his face. "It tasted better than it smelled but only slightly." he says. Making a funny face. "Thanks..." he says again to her grandmother. Bowing and following her. "Smith? Like in weapons? Cool!" he says. Clearly excited by this thought. He looks at her. Laughing a bit but only a bit at that image. "When you said rampage it put me in mind of a buffalo herd going out of control. Or wild antelope or other animals which stampede across the land." he laughs a bit more. "I am sure there won't be stampeding but it will most likely have the same effect." He grins a goofy smile. "Bring it on...lets go to whichever you prefer."