A cure for his condition.

Instead of angry for what I did to his wife, he seems almost...ashamed as he approaches me. "My wife told me about what happened between you and her. Every single detail." It didn't sound like an accusation. Merely a statement of fact. A preface to something else he actually wanted to say.

Something he would have to wait for a second to spit out, my inquisitiveness demanding I pry a bit. "Every one?" The way his face turned a little red seemed to confirm the honesty of his response. "Yes. Every. Single. one." I'm just glad I don't have a face-I believe the massive grin I would have had would not have been conducive for this ending politely. He continued on "Including about how you had found the problem was with my own potency."

"Yes, I did." While I had mostly been BSing at the time to get under her dress, a quick scan looks-over of him with my preternatural senses revealed that I was right by hilarious coincidence. A drunken oxen-riding injury in his young adulthood had lead to an infection in his body that persisted to this day. This had had some quite severe effects on many aspects of his sexual health since. Also explained why on hotter days, his taint would itch to high heaven. "What of it?"

"Welll...to put it blunty, while I certainly appreciate the...gift of a very large family that you have given us, this doesn't negate my interest in having some of my own. Would it possible for you to, well...fix me?"

Heh. A slightly poor choice of words-but then, that term meaning the exact opposite of what he wanted from me was probably a couple hundred years out. Assuming etymologies change along the same lines. "You ask a lot more than the others. They wanted mere scratches that had not years to settle in." Or, if I was more honest, 'I have a healing spell, not remove disease/poison/debuff' one, in my attempt to dissuade him.

Nevertheless, he persisted. "Indeed. Which is why I am also prepared to offer something of much better value in exchange." He rummaged into his clothing, producing a glass bottle. Judging from the fact it's contents were glowing a neon blue, this wasn't just some mineral water he was offering. I reach forth a tentacle to examine it, and then unstoppering, dipping into the mixture to taste what it was.

And instantly, my body was absolutely abuzz with energy, practically able to feel my mind expanding as this new energy was used to speed up my already racing mind. This was a mana potion. Way, way stronger than most people could ever hope to make use of. If he'd drank this, he'd basically explode from mana backlash. Heck, I was a good deal tougher, and definitely would have a bad time if I had more than a few sips. My body was already wracked with some minor cuts and burns as it bled off the excess with this tiny bit.

"...Why do you have this?" I asked. He shrugged nonchalantly with a small grin. "Heard you could use it to make some very exotic flora. Intended to set aside part of my fields to get something worth more than a few bushels of wheat at the market. But if that'll be the price of having a legacy-I bought it cheap."