If I wanted to drug you I'd do it without your notice. ( A sideways glance, prim. ) Fortunately for you it's not exactly my style. It's just mint, it should help soothe any irritation on your throat.

( His pulse seems fine, but still Wen Kexing is frowning as he lets go, finds a cup in his desk drawers to pour the water into it. )

Anything other than the fire?