RHJunior wrote:May I point out that to her, he looks like a talking pet-store refugee--- and that to HIM, SHE looks like a pointy-eared monkey with the mange?
<salute> On the money, Ralph.

It's the thing the bad fanfic writers (and by "bad fanfic" I mean slashfic) always overlook on the grounds that otherwise, they wouldn't be able to get the characters in bed together. All life is partly xenophobic: You don't generally get the urge to shtup something that's incredibly different from your species norms. There are exceptions, sure, have been since time immemorial. But they're drastic exceptions.
In this case, unless both parties have a well-developed xenophilia... well, forget it, folks. Consider it something you can use in a slashfic set before the Mistwall went up, if you really have to write a Harlequin Romance of the Seven Villages. But remember what small towns are like...
(To say nothing of the fact that, before perfumed soap, it was entirely possible to smell the lover's scent on the "loved one". Hey, a healthy body odor was an aphrodisiac back then.)
Yours truly,
The wolfish,
Wanderer
P.S.: Before anyone brings it up, there has never really been a "love potion" like in the stories. But I can tell you how to make a "like potion"...