"Well thanks for bein' honeste." Neit shrugged a little, keeping up her charming smile. Her hand dangled backwards daintily, whilst a small pouch of coins dangled from it, as if offering the Alchemist to snatch them from her. "Three bottles, please. Ife you can give me somethin' that will at least make 'im sleep, that is plenty good enoughe."

She's asking for the kind that sends him asleep as opposed to the kind that just damages Con. It's a little all-or-nothing, but yeah.