The spell I'd been hit with wasn't dangerous -- unless you counted the risk of being arrested if I lost concentration -- but it was inconvenient.
Not to mention uncomfortable.
I barely managed to limp down the stairs to my apartment before I had to stop and relieve the pressure. That bought me enough time to get down to my subbasement lab.
"Bob!" I called, as my hand settled on the affected part of my anatomy. Again. "I need a cure for a lust spell, yesterday!"
The spirit burst out laughing, so hard that his skull rocked on the shelf.