[ He cannot help but eye the tincture warily. It's nothing personal against her - anyone in his position would be cautious of a drink offered by someone who knows exactly what dosage of herbs can kill or cure a man. However, she has been nothing but forthright with him thus far in their interactions...

He accepts the cup and takes a very cautious sip. When he hasn't dropped dead or started choking on his own blood after a few seconds have passed, he takes a slightly longer draught. ]

...I do not need you meddling in this, [ he mutters at her. ] 'Tis something I brought upon my own head. Even someone as old as I can still be a fool sometimes.