All of this is perfect fodder for the spell. One item is enough, several? Well, their success is already guaranteed. That should make her feel wonderful. Right now all she feels is heat in her face and fire in her veins. The both of them together stare at the dreadful, green cock lying in the box for a few moments.

Their time in Temeria was sudden, beautiful and a memory worth cherishing. Valdo's taste in objects of pleasure is predictably gaudy. Thinking of those appetites aimed at Jaskier has a rush of want to hold him to her and restore his thoughts to more pleasant things. That would not make Marx any less odious or get the curse in motion.

"Yes," she takes the gag. It joins the rumpled note in her hands. Both will go into the cauldron. They clatter inside with more force than is needed for the act. Not waiting a moment longer, the objects are on fire. She opens the window to let the smoke out speaking in clipped, angry Elder Speech.

"Mmm? Why yes of course, darling." The smell is not very pleasant at first, more herbs and oils change the burn to something more fragrant as though she were cooking. Keeping her hands busy and speaking prevent her from heading out to find that awful, grinning, green garment clothed rat and doing him in. "King Ethain of Cidaris fancies himself to be a master politician, I have heard he behaves like a foolhardy pirate captain. King Foltest of Temeria has just as much of an ego just....kept in check because of Triss. Between Cidaris and Temeria is Rissberg. It has been steadily growing in power. It is not much of a kingdom so much as a stronghold. And it absolutely is a force to be reckoned with. Several mages stay there, you see."

Now that the items have charred down, she as a pestle to grind up the concoction. "...what are you thinking, Jaskier?"