[Chilton glanced at Baelish, a question on his lips. But he figured that this man from Westeros hadn't experienced a modern sedative, and he was curious. He had been warm and welcoming, he had cared for Chilton at this most brittle, vulnerable moment, so what was the harm?]
You'll get a little sluggish, a little tired. Nothing that a correctly caffeinated coffee won't fix.
[He extended a forefinger, touching the fingertip to Baelish's wrist. Chilton hadn't come out of the Porter with precise control of his ability -- he had to learn it over the months that followed. But now, nearly two years with this power, he understood it completely.
He pressed into Baelish's bloodsteam something that approximated a triazolam. A hypnotic, a central nervous system depressant in the benzodiazepine class.
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You'll get a little sluggish, a little tired. Nothing that a correctly caffeinated coffee won't fix.
[He extended a forefinger, touching the fingertip to Baelish's wrist. Chilton hadn't come out of the Porter with precise control of his ability -- he had to learn it over the months that followed. But now, nearly two years with this power, he understood it completely.
He pressed into Baelish's bloodsteam something that approximated a triazolam. A hypnotic, a central nervous system depressant in the benzodiazepine class.
Just a little.]