"Oh, I mean, you don't have to." He says it, and he means it, but a little part of him wants some help and some company. He's bored out of his mind walking around in circles looking at plants.

"Yeah, sure, for medicine and for boners and such." He says it so flippantly. "They really like aphrodisiacs, here. You need to watch what you eat. Or drink. Or sniff." He shrugs, looking down at his chart of plants again and back to her. "I'm kind of getting paid for this, so I can give you half if you wanna hang around and help?"