“Stow your twitchy palm!”
“His words make me squirm. He wouldn’t dare! He and his twitchy palm.”
“Twitchy little ferret, aren't you, Malfoy?”
“What happens style wise behind closed doors, in your home, shouldn't be incidental. Home isn't just where you stow your things or sack out for the night. It should be your private escape.”
“When the messenger won't tell you what the hell the message is, my trigger finger gets twitchy. Dismissed.”
“A veritable atlas. What rivers of desire, what mountains of ambition. Want, want, hope, hope, this is what your palm say, your palm is nothing but an atlas of impossible longings.”