It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Pike Trickfoot, a gnome cleric . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, He tells them about his night with her, saying that he has now  experienced the pleasures of the flesh.  After a moment of talking, he pukes and confesses that women are not for him.
DM: As Grog passes out at the table next to you, you look up and at this point, notice that most of the tavern is now empty and you have no idea what hour it is but it seems pretty late and pretty empty. You glance over and as the tavern is still open, it doesn't really close per se, but the night shift-- You see Shauna's finishing. She's throwing a shawl over, she's getting ready to leave. She looks over and sees you and takes off her shawl and throws it around Grog.
Player: Thanks.
DM: And goes, "Take care of him."
Player: I will. He's fine.
DM: "He's dumb."
Player: He's not as dumb as he seems.
DM: "That's good. Because he seems pretty dumb."
Player: I know it's just-- but his heart is so-- it's just as big as he is.
DM: "I can tell by the company he keeps. You guys wouldn't stick around if he wasn't."
