Jove held the bottle. He looked at it's confusing ingredients list with a quizzical look, then looked to his crotch with concern, and then back up to the doctor with fear. "I believe you're mistaken," Jove laughed rather nervously as he held the bottle away from his abdomen. "I'm just here for directions, not for a pickup. So please, I don't need this." He held the bottle out with his as-elegant-as-they-can-be-metal-fists.