"Well, that's nice to know," Carys replied, looking somewhat confused. Yes, it hurt and it would heal, she already knew that. What was his point, exactly? The man really did say some weird things, but goodness, he was pretty in a pale, non-threatening way. He wasn't her usual type, as she mostly found it to look washed-out or insipid, but it oddly seemed to suit him. She tilted her head slightly, the cold light glinting off her hat adornments as they moved. Yes, she might be able to appreciate the look now that she'd seen it done properly. Shame about the smell, though.
Wait, stera-what? Stare at what? Huh? What was he saying, and what was with that bottle? What was even in there? He seemed to know what he was doing, but... What was he doing? She had no idea what was even going on any more. He seemed to know where to look for the bottle, so it was probably what he was drinking from earlier. Yes, that made sense.
"'Scuse me, could I just...?" she asked, stepping forward to take a dainty sniff at the bottle's opening. "Ugh," she grimaced. It was the same sharp, chemical smell that she'd picked up on him, and not at all pleasant. Still, it meant that whatever the liquid was, it was indeed what he'd been drinking and not something else, which was probably a good thing.
It wasn't like she didn't trust him. She just wanted to check.
She rolled her sleeve up to her elbow to keep it clean and held out her hand, palm up. She sighed, then winked at him. "Oh, go on then."