[ He reads over the list silently. Knowing the contents of what she intends to brew does assuage some of his concern, yet it is still far, far too risky to use in his opinion. Death isn't permanent here - he is unsure how the mechanics of revival apparently work, but he would rather his passing on is permanent. And if she is counting on his revival as a means to test it again, well...

His lips press into a thin line. He hands the paper back to her. ]

No. This would force me to stay unconscious for far longer than the period of the nightmare. I will not render myself more helpless in my sleep, even for this.