Mason shook his head. "No, not that I can remember." He didn't remember where the bottle had come from. Well there was his first mistake. He probably shouldn't drink anything that he didn't recognize. Common knowledge that he apparently didn't have. Mason watched Medea walk over to the mess in the kitchen. When she knelt by the spill, her shirt lifted slightly in the back and he caught a glimpse of her black widow tattoo. This time, he didn't scream. He just laughed silently to himself.

Then Medea caught him off guard as she pulled a vial out of, seemingly, nowhere and collected a bit of potion. Huh. She was really a potions junkie, wasn't she? And the next sentences definitely made her sound like a professional. Mason smiled at his beautiful woman, despite the fact that someone really did want to kill him. "You're brilliant." He said.

Maybe he was tired. Maybe he was just a little loopy from the fact that he had almost died about twenty minutes ago. But his death didn't really bother him right now. Mason walked over Medea and grabbed the corked vial from her hand. After glancing at it briefly, he set it on the kitchen counter and put his hands on her waist. Not taking his eyes off her, he slipped her wand from her holster and pointed it in the general direction of the mess. "Scourgify" He mumbled before slipping her wand back.

Putting his hands back on her waist, he slowly guided her away from the kitchen and towards the hallway. His bedroom was just around the corner. A smile crept onto his lips and he leaned his forehead on hers again. He found a wall and leaned up against it with her. "Stay the night with me." He whispered in her ear. That way she can identify anymore objects in his house that may be tainted with dark magic.

And he just wanted her to be with him.