[Wow. So much trust. Not that Zelos was exactly squirming to get away. It wasn't really in his nature to resist others. That had been taught to him.

Reachig into his shirt he pulled out the plant. It was a flower, roots in tact. At the top were several hood shaped blossoms of an icy blue with scraggly, serated leaves jutting out beneath. Beautiful and deadly. As well as a dead ringer for a fantasy I pulled out of my ass variety of aconitum.

He showed it, but he didn't offer it.]

Don't touch it. My dispel poison magic isn't so great.

[Zelos himself was wearing gloves. ...But he was always wearing gloves, so.]