He felt his groin stirring already, had to break that thought, calm himself back down again—no easy task. That same rush of power and victory filled him now. They would try again tonight. He thought back to his store of fertility potions. They were likely all expired by now as he’d made them years ago. He would have to get some more as soon as possible. There were too many claims on his time lately to brew them himself. He would write to Erik at once.