Nevin frowned for a long, long moment at Fenn. The small Fae was doing his utmost best not to look at anyone, but the Alchemist merely sighed. He could tell that this would be troubling, and he hadn't intended for Ezra to get mixed up in a client asking for a more.... risqué, product. But, needs must when Cobalt flows, he supposed. At least she wasn't bad-mouthing his store anymore.
"You're more accurate than you know, Miss Ezra. Fenn is a Fae, and much older than he seems, despite appearances to the contrary. And yes, I do make poisons, I just have to custom male them as they're not very appealing to have on the shelves. Now Fenn." Nevin had lost any of the irritation as he pulled over his note book and flipped to an open page, twirling his pencil in long fingers.
"You say you need this to work on a Fae. If they're the same race as you, would that hallucinogenic from last time work? I can combine it with a sedative so that the victim falls asleep and has intense dreams as they pass on. I can even combine it with honey flavoring if necessary." His tone was brisk, businesslike, and he showed no signs of hesitating in the least in this rather morbid task. What he would tell Ezra later is that the poison would only work on a Snow Fae - so it was no threat to him if the blonde was being deceptive.
