Potions. That was a word that would take some getting-used-to. "Uh, well, my primary area of interest has always been genetics. So I mostly mix solutions that can help to isolate and identify YDNA and mtDNA in samples. I can analyze autosomal DNA too."

It would be easy conversation with another Dragon. Or a scientist. But this was a dude that whipped out a hand and had elf slaves.

Sam rocked on the balls of her feet, for a moment. "Basically, I can tell you a lot about your body and who your parents are, by looking at genetic samples. Blood, fingernails, hair. It can tell me where your family comes from or what diseases you might be prone to getting. Although mostly, it's used to identify people's fathers, back home. Usually on a talk show, in front of a life, studio audience."

She paused, debating the next part. There was no fucking Masquerade. That was what all the evidence seemed to suggest. But she still wasn't quite ready to reveal what she was. Maybe just test the waters, a little. "Uh, my brother and I were also developing a kind of...protective antidote. That...neutralizes the abilities of others. Specifically...um...well...mind control..."