"I have a great deal of interest in many poets," she said to him with a smile. "The Flea is positively wicked. Amazing how such a small and disgusting creature could be made so physical." Her eyes twinkled at him mischievously as she crossed her legs.<br/><br/>"Batter my heart, three-person'd God, for you<br/>As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend;<br/>That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend<br/>Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new."<br/><br/>"I cannot remember the number of that Holy Sonnet but in a way it is also erotic. Could you picture God bending the person to make them new?" She watched his reaction carefully, wondering if she might had pushed her statement a bit too far by involving religion. "I am Elizabeth. I hope that your class is enjoyable as this discussion."