[He makes a face at the talk of personal contact. Though he can't begin to guess that Linhardt might have kissed him awake.]

Ugh. I get it. I'll be more careful.

[He starts looking curiously at that bottle he's holding.]

Thorns? So it's a curse that delivers like a poison? ...Why are you collecting them?

[Actually...]

...I wonder if those could be added onto a weapon. Maybe a smith could incorporate them onto the tips of arrows or on the side of a blade...