-Alyssandra-<br/>The man gaze never leaved the vial. He cast an eye toward her exposed parts when she leaned forward, but never left the vial completely off his line of sight, as if it almost mesmerized him. His left hand threw the purse on the table, although it seemed smaller to Alyssandra now. Or was she getting greedy?<br/>"It's silver, and we have a deal. And on parting with your treasured potion - as I said, name your price. I could either meet it, or I could not. Either way, haggling is something I... strictly avoid."<br/>His voice was getting husky, almost as if choking on lust, although something seemed slightly off.<br/><br/>OOC: Sorry, sent you an Observation roll, but you failed it - so you only get the most obvious part ;D!