"Of course. I wouldn't have spent weeks perfecting a cologne that smells like paint," he teased. Artistic soul indeed. She must have been serious, though, because he hadn't told her what the cologne was before he'd asked her what she smelled, so she couldn't have known what to lie about. "It's supposed to stick to relatively normal scents. Things people might want to smell like." Getting something that replicated the scent changing of amortentia hadn't been exceptionally difficult. Replicating it without adverse side effects, like his skin developing aggressive rashes or starting to pucker and wrinkle, had been a little trickier. Further refining it so that the scents stayed within the realm of what people might expect from a cologne had been the most complicated part, and apparently something that might still need a little bit of work.

"If I had any good ideas, I wouldn't have asked you for help," he pointed out. "I could rattle off some phrases but I wouldn't be any more useful than a thesaurus, I wager."

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