[This might be the saddest thing she's ever seen, so repressed, so fearful. It almost reminds her of Babs. She looks at him with a smile somewhere between deep mirth and pity. She huffs a laugh.

It's hardly like you have to be gay to enjoy being penetrated. Babs... might or might not have been, and she still penetrated him anyway. With a sword.

And then the other confession. She could make fun of this, point out the euphemisms, but it's interesting, so she'll play along.]

I'd phrase it more along the lines of... incredibly stupid. Wandering into a haunted lighthouse that calls out to you like some cheap harlot wanting to suck you dry - [She can't resist.] - and expecting to get a pat on the back when it all goes just swimmingly. Incredibly stupid.

There's no such thing as heroes anyway. Just the people dumb enough to believe they could be one if they tried.