Elf: You okay, Captain?
Tagon: Fine. Maybe a little toasty.
Elf: Burns, sir? It seemed like Schlock absorbed almost all the heat.
Tagon: No, no burns. I just got tackled by a very capable lieutenant and a very pretty girl, that's all.
Elf: Stoppit, sir. You're making me blush.
Tagon: Blush. Yeah, there's a safe word. I'm blushing.