She's ecclectic! I like that in a woman. Oh wait but I hate her. [because of Namur. Pretty-- Well interesting looking Namur. He wouldn't call the Fishman pretty but he had a certain je ne sais quoi. He snorted at the mention of Dust. ]

I don't know who that cretin is but he has nothing on you. How do you get all the tail, anyway, my friend? It's always baffled and delighted me. I know it's not the hair. Maybe it's the virility. I'd ask your mother, she'd tell me.

...

In rampant detail.