"Heeeyeaaaaaah..." he sighed, the confused half smile still on his face as he slumped in the seat, "I'm sorry..."

Sally couldn't say what had caused the sudden panic attack. He was always freaking out over the slightest cough or sneeze, one time as a child he'd taken six tests at St Mungo's because he had a mosquito bite on his neck that he was sure was actually an attempted vampire bite.

"Can I have more?" it would be useful to have a vat of that stuff at all times.