You nod, realizing the whole endeavor really has been a waste. "Wait, aren't you concerned about the whole owlbear thing?"
Dwezzo shook his head, then tilted it sideways as it seemed there was a two page illustrated spread in his tome on nymphs to examine in detail. "Why should I be? They stick to the forests. Weren't going to be a problem for city-dwellers like us to begin with. Shouldn't pose trouble to anyone drinking those potions either. Wood nymphs can just hide inside trees and all. Not our concern, so keep it down out there and let me read in peace already."
You nodded, slowly, not having thought Dwezzo would be this callous. Granted, he was a wizard. Nobody ever got into this sort of thing for any love of their common man, usually quite the opposite. "So... out of curiosity, if you were to enchant someone to become some sort of mindlessly wanton wench, what would you turn them into?"
"A librarian." The obvious answer.
"Well no, I mean what sort of creature-"
"Yeah I wouldn't even bother. You know there's about five dozen all-woman races out there in the world, and every one of them either hates men, or eats them, or lures them to their death, or has some other horrible thing going on. I stick to dating fairly ordinary bookish girls with the sense to be impressed with how well-read I am. Maybe if I were some desperate loser I'd head to a tavern and spike someone's drink with a love potion, but the Dwezmeister never sleeps alone unless he wants to, thanks."
You thanked him, and gave him some privacy. That honestly was the best most practical advice you'd gotten from anyone in years. If you really thought about it, Dwezzo was probably the closest thing you had to a friend in the world. Of course, if you REALLY thought about it, you'd kind of just confessed to him some pretty serious crimes, and he'd kinda just suggested you were a desperate loser, so screw that guy! Literally!
You plopped down in front of the Chronoviac, pull up Dwezzo in it, and start changing details on the spot to make him into your ideal woman. No messing about this time with time delays or cover stories, whatever, nobody else was even there. Human, zap! Female, zap! Five foot nothing, zap! Flame red hair, zap! Massive breasts, zap!