[Well of all the--! You get an indigent look, and pose to go with it.]

Portions, not potions! Are you daft?

[He totters after you.] And I'll have you know that I've been creating golems since before you were a twinkle in your great-great-great grandmother's eye.

[He then stands there, waiting for you, arms folded. GO ON, IMPRESS HIM.]