Hale swirls his glass slowly, the water thickening rather quickly into a thick, creamy paste. He smiles and bows his head softly to Hannibal as he takes a fingerfull of the paste. "Thank you Hannibal.." He murmurs softly, looking to Draco. "Now... This is going to sting a bit..." He murmurs quietly before slowly starting to rub the salve over Draco's wounds and burns, biting his lip softly.