Bad idea: Pitchforks will stab you from all directions, a plane will crash on you, a dog will chew on you after that and rip your guts out, then you'll be lit on fire, fed ear wax, and laughed at while you puke all over yourself and die.
Dancing the nasty in front of Alkonium when he's in "the mood" to "love you tenderly".
"I wasn't counting cards, I was cheating."
"Ugh. you give me hives."
"It's Tee-revor time!!!"