Syndella couldn't hide her smile: "Seems like they picked the wrong store," she mused aloud - Canting her head to the side to regard him. "Acid, hmmm? Good choice."<br/><br/>Absently, her slim fingers rose - Coyly brushing strands of midnight hair back from her cheeks. She leaned forward, across the counter; "...You've been very helpful, actually. It looks like Baker Street's my next port of call..."<br/><br/>The virtual vixen let her voice trail off, her slim shoulders lifting in a little shrug.<br/><br/>"It goes without saying that - If I find your potions - I'll be glad to return them. It's the least I could do~" that playful smile again, a flicker of attraction in her deep blue eyes. The PC's voice lowered, to a throaty whisper:<br/><br/>"-But of course, if there's<em>anything</em>else I could do for you, before I leave - anything at all..." A slight shift to her pose, Syndella's full bosom coming to rest on her folded arms, the folds of her jacket parted for a tempting glimpse of cleavage.<br/><br/>"...Well, I'd be<em>all</em>ears."