The drow listened intently, obviously almost enraptured by the concepts being communicated, a wistful look on her face. It was much like a child listening to fairy tales, in fact. Her fingers slowly trailed across Savyna's body, tracing her curves gently. The alchemist would feel the drug slowly coursing through her, her pulse quickening ever so slightly as the drugs went to work. It wasn't<em>purely</em>a fertility drug, unfortunately, but the effects were fairly minor. But eventually the drow asked softly. "That...is amazing. I wish...never you mind. What do you want for dinner? I'm not the best cook, but I don't think you want the cooking of my assistants. They're likely to try to slip you something you don't want."