Salazar gave her a small frown before clasping the vial in his hand. He doubted her words. At this point, he thought if he asked nice enough he could get whatever he wanted. Now the man felt guilty though, Rowena had always treated him with respect, he didn't want to hurt her feelings. Remorse was not a feeling Slytherin often felt, it was strange.<br/><br/>"I think I have a few minutes to spare before I return to my To Do list." He smiled, stepping to stand on the other side of the desk. He held the vial up, looking inside at the Knotgrass. It was as one would expect it to look, bright green leaves and stems intertwined. A mischievous smirk grew on his face again. "I promise I'll bring you what I make." He added, slipping the vial into his robe as he heard footsteps out in the corridor. He would hate to be caught now.<br/><br/>"What are you doing with your day?" He asked, assuming it would be something educational.