"No need to rush. Mrs. Nott is in no danger. Nor is her virtue. During one of Theodore's endless toasts, I might have slipped a pesky little potion into his wine when he wasn't paying attention. Poor man won't be able to perform for weeks. Not even with the potions you know a man of his age swallows in the bedroom. Their honeymoon will be over long before he can consummate the marriage."