That's a gesture of endearment in some cultures. Some hug, some kiss, some set each other on fire in small patches of woodland

When I was young, I kept a diary for about 10 years and I had to write in it every day. Even on days when nothing seemed to happen, I made myself think of something to put in it.

Besides, if you're going to die horribly, you might as well do it with style.

What was it that drew you back? My marvellous personality, I suppose? Or my sparkling conversation?

listen, a goad's anything that provokes or incites an enemy --- let me have a go: cursed deamon! you have met your end! the shivering fire awaits you! i shall spread your vile essance across this hall like... um, like margarine, a very think layer of it... --- ye-es... im not sure he'll pick up on that analogy. never mind, keep going.

And then, as if written by the hand of a bad novelist, an incredible thing happened.

He was transfixed at the sight of the lords and ladies of his realm running about like demented chickens.