"H-Hey! What are you—"
"Shh." She pressed a finger to his lips, her smirk widening into something far more mischievous. "I'm going to make this little thing"—her eyes flicked down meaningfully—"work the entire night until I'm satisfied."
Oliver's face turned pale. "N-No… please, I'm out of energy! I'm serious! If I go again, I'll die of exhaustion!"
"Ha~ don't worry about that," Isolde said with a devilish grin. She reached into her pouch and pulled out several small glass vials filled with a glowing pink liquid. The faint shimmer of the potion made Oliver's stomach twist.
"What… what are those?" he asked, already dreading the answer.
"Supplements," she said sweetly, shaking one vial so that the liquid sparkled in the candlelight. "These will make your little friend rise like a soaring dragon again. I can'" Her grin widened. "And lucky for me—" she gestured to the pile of vials "—I bought enough for the entire night."
Oliver's face drained of all color. "You didn't…"
