Xel closes the distance between them and, with a blithe expression, takes an apparently gentle grip on Rincewind's collar. "Scraggly-san," he says in a voice of sunbeams and flower petals, "as someone who works in a restaurant, there's something that you should understand."
"Not if you've been hamstrung."
Xel makes himself a nice cup of tea, right there in the parking lot. It's a good thing to do when you're dealing with a certain type of student.