Why was he so hungry? His stomach didn't growl once, but he felt like he hadn't eaten in days. But it was a bizarre kind of hunger; not one for food but for something else. He drummed his claws on the counter as he thought. Trying to pin it down only made him think of Maretta. "Hm." He hummed, tail thumping gently. Perhaps it was a sexual hunger? It made sense, but why would he get it from smelling the potion and not drinking it? Alchemists were so odd.
"Well, I'm not sure exactly. I'm planning for some more animalistic tendencies.. so.. maybe expect to feel a little more aggressive? Maybe some weird desires you've never felt before.."