He nodded. "Your eyes crinkle when you genuinely laugh. That was my first clue. But then I assumed you were just putting on a show for that worthless piece of muscle Whitmore. My next clue was the way you talked to me at the bar." He shook his head. "It was obvious it wasn’t you talking. And then I confirmed my suspicion when I smelled lemon hops and sunfeather on you. No other commonly used potion has both ingredients."