It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Jester Lavorre, a tiefling cleric . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Trent says he would very much like to talk to her in the future. As he and Oremid leave, Caleb leans forward and looks at the ground.
DM: He gives a look and goes, "Uh," and looks back and forth between his companions. He goes, "What are you insinuating?"
Player: I'm talking about somebody to talk to.
DM: "Right! Right."
Player: To relieve your mind of your stress!
DM: "Right. I really appreciate that offer. Genuinely, Jester Fancypants McGee. However, such is my life-- "
Player: I know you have people that work for you--
DM: "Maybe in a week. Give me some time. A lot of stuff percolating right now, but Leaky Tap, right?"
Player: Or the Pillow Trove.
DM: "Or the Pillow Trove. All right, well I may have use of your services soon. Not at the moment, but soon."
Player: Okay. I can help your mind! You just relieve that stress! It's somebody to talk to, it's very helpful.
DM: "I appreciate that. Soon." He is trying desperately to not make the wrong impression to his friends. He darts off with them into the night.
