[If Liem was going to be honest, he’d have to say that a pill of dried blood mixed with water sounds pretty gross. He doesn’t even want to drink real blood from a cup, much less fake blood. However, he is too polite to say this outright, especially since he assumes this is how D was getting by in his own world. So instead, he just nods.]

I see.

[He actually doesn’t see at all. The technology in Kenos is roughly equivalent to where Liem was from in most cases, perhaps even a little more advanced. He doesn’t know what deficiency of Kenos’s technology would make the crafting of these pills difficult. But then, he’s no alchemist regardless.]

You shouldn’t trouble yourself on my account. I have an arrangement already that suffices.

[He is less reluctant to admit this than he would be with probably anyone else. D’s frankness and familiarity with the subject serve to ease his mind.]

But let me know if I can be of assistance. I do visit Kowloon semi-frequently, to peruse the markets there.