Starglow Basin Morfeo

His lips parted where they met in a light grimace, and he shook his head, ears flattening. Medicine was not something he joked about, though he had met wolves before who had practically begged to be slipped something that might punish their bowels enough to knock them down a few pegs. She refused to take the cleanse, so he sighed and pulled the leaf back toward his paws. She was surprisingly averse to taking a new drug, for someone who had a taste for them. You're missing out. This practically scrubs your soul clean. He'd taken it himself, when he'd needed to clear his own system. It was therapeutic even when he didn't have other medicines in his system, and beneficial if he had been experimenting. 

His expression lifted slightly when she mentioned 'bosses.' It implied that she was employed, but aside from being a guardian who sent a bunch of mixed messages, he couldn't tell what her job was. He flicked an ear forward as she called, attentive to the nuances that would give him something to call out if he ever felt the need to address them himself. 

He nodded. I haven't offered you any less than what was promised. He said. I've actually brought you more; the cleanse will make the treatment much more effective but, He shrugged. If you want to risk drug-to-drug interaction and just get fucked up on opiates, then that's your choice. If your bosses have never mentioned that risk, then they're probably missing out on some factors that could give you a cleaner high. There was a chance, after all, that his knowledge of botany might improve their methods.