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.