“Now listen, Lam," he said, "you’re a nice egg but you’ve got yourself poured into the wrong pan.”

“Listen,” she said. “I may not bewhat you want right now, but I’m all you’ve got.”

“Play to your strengths.""I haven’t got any," said Harry, before he could stop himself."Excuse me," growled Moody, "you’ve got strengths if I say you’ve got them. Think now. What are you best at?”

“That's alright," said Hugo. "I've got some wine"Which was about all he seemed to have. He poured out two mugfuls."Very nice," said Adrian, sipping appreciatively. "I wonder how they got the cat to sit on the bottle.""It's cheap, that's the main thing.”

“It’s not fun to pet cats when you’ve already poured gravy on them, and you’re holding silverware.”

“You’re not a bad person,” she told him, knowing where his thoughts had taken him. “I’m not saying you’re perfect. You’re cocky and a know-it-all and you’re addicted to working. But you’ve got a nice big dick and great bedroom skills, so I’m willing to overlook all that.”