[Maximilian stares down the (well, I'm assuming based on general staff aesthetics) knobby tip of Ossidia's staff. His eyes narrow further at the woman and the inexplicable threat. A click of his tongue would suffice, but well, best not to push it, eh?]

"Love". Does it mean the same thing here in this world? It is always such a curious word.

[Well, fine, let's push it a little further.]

Are We to believe what is good for a cat is good for your... hm. Beau?

[That is, providing that the true purpose of the brew is to give to darling Firuze.]