La Rocha stared at him as if Damon had just asked whether he could borrow his left kidney for seasoning.
"…Poisons?" he repeated slowly. "You want poisons from me? You barbaric, wall-punching, brain-cell-deficient muscle idiot… what in the thirteen inverted hells do you need poisons for?"
Damon stretched out on the couch, comfortably smug. "Enhancement, experimentation, recreational entertainment, who knows? Maybe I know a little alchemist who wants to brew something fun."
Since La Rocha had already moved out of the game world to the real world a long time ago, Damon knew the guy was unaware of his Nine Million Body Poison physique and technique. It was best that it remained like that to get the maximum benefits out of the shrewd artifact spirit.
