[ the symptoms Silver lists off are surprising, almost too complex for a simple hit of marijuana or whatever else floats around at these parties. he certainly doesn't seem asthmatic, which is good, but his reactions are...

oh. he thinks he might know what's going on, here. for good measure and to cement his doubts, he closes the distance between them and closes his eyes. now a scant few inches away from Silver's face, he can better smell the different herbs and floral aromas that had invaded the other's nose, and the scent that assaults his senses is enough to make his pupils dilate a little and his body warm in response.

it's not as bad as getting a direct hit would be, but he can identify it easily enough.

he leans back before speaking, taking his hand off Silver's brow. ]

It appears that what the other was smoking was damiana, better known as turnera diffusa - a low-growing, yellow plant native to the southern, subtropical climates of the planet. While primarily consumed it is also possible to smoke the leaves, although it isn't recommended, and it is used for a variety of uses such as diabetes, anxiety, and sexual health.

[ a pause to let the words sink in. ]

Silver, I believe you are sexually aroused.