If he's aware he's being watched so carefully, it only reflects as a positive. With a wry smile at Vlast, Benedict hands back the hose, should he want it again.

"Mostly elfroot," he explains, "a medicinal herb used for dulling pain. But the herbalist I patronize makes a special blend that really pops."

With a lazy grin, he brushes a tendril of hair out of his face-- the smoke is already taking effect, it would seem--

"He won't tell me what the secret ingredient is, but I've stopped caring."