[ The liquid in the bottle is a dark pink-purple, ever-so-slightly shimmery. Pretty, really, if it weren't a potion for forcing feelings of love onto unwitting bystanders (he assumes). Not that he particularly cares about the ethics of it, but it's a little gauche to not even be able to seduce people the old-fashioned way. ]

Mm, I don't need that. When you've a face like this, it does the difficult work for you.

[ The only people who don't fall in love with him within the first ten minutes are blind or stupid, obviously. It just so happens that most people are blind or stupid.

He leans against Iorveth's arm, just this side of 'too shmoopy for the public'. ]

And I already have my one true love.