"Well enough as can be expected, I suppose," he says, glancing over the potions in turn. Jezebel has a sense of trepidation even looking at them -- he'd been lucky to dodge anything too serious the previous month, and this would be his time to pay the piper. As much as he'd like to continue avoiding any of this place's torments, he couldn't hide forever.

"And yourself? Has anyone told you what any of these potions do?" he asks, picking one up and looking it over idly.