"Oh, right. You were feeling a bit under the last time we spoke, weren't you?"

He peers at Sameth carefully, appraising, before his gaze is turned to the broom. He shrugs, as best he can in reclining position.

"I was trying to modify the flying charm on it. Didn't quite go as well as I hoped."

He frowns, only briefly, and then flops back against the table with a content sigh. The bottle is offered, dangled by the gloved fingers in Sameth's general direction.