Between the devastatingly sweet taste and the awful smell, it was actually pretty difficult to swallow down the concoction, but Arran tried to keep going. It would certainly be easier if scent didn't seem to be stuck in the back of his throat.<br/><br/>Oh, and lets not forget the tingling. It wasn't so long ago that he'd drunk something in the room and changed for the much worse. Only his immediate guilt had pushed him on to keep drinking. Still, the sensation was nothing like the burning that had happened before - thankfully. It was warm instead of scorching hot, and almost...nice. Except for where it focused on his breasts, that was starting to get awkward.<br/><br/>He forced down another mouthful of the potion with a gulp as Jachym mentioned the need for 'a lot and more' mana. He knew what that meant. The apprentice almost asked whether they needed to cure everyone, thinking that he'd only promised to help one particular person. But the piercing lance of guilt stopped him in his tracks. Instead, between mouthfuls he mumbled: "Maybe I can help with that." He regretted it as he said it, thinking of what it meant. "Or, you know... something." His comments drifted away into a mumble that he smothered by draining the last of the potion.