A shrug at the term 'housemate.' It'd do anyways. Colleague, friend. All those sorts of words other than anything close to 'lover' or 'significant other.'

He meanders a bit. Looks more like an odd sort of alchemy and natural herbs shop then a bloody flower place. He should of known. Nothing in Mathias is easy or natural. Why would the flowers be?

His eyes caught Doc looking at something. Within a few steps he walked over to the man, head tilted.

"Vials?"