[His lips part a little; for a second, he can't quite manage to find the words]

J-jesus, dude. Is that - is that all from the potion?

[His next vial was halfway to his lips, but it pauses, forgotten - lost, maybe, in the wave of heat that rushes through him at Rye's words. Certainly, his pupils are blown. Certainly his cock is beginning to twitch a little, not quite up to another round just yet, but definitely showing renewed interest]