Steff smiled indulgently. "Sometimes, Lezard, it would be helpful if you talked less, since you fuck up all of your metaphors." She gave his hand a little squeeze when he took it though, because she was secretly pleased that he had done it. Glancing around the Room of Requirement, she rolled her eyes. "Oh, God," she said, indicating Beowulf. "Are we going to, like, have to see him naked?"