The phallic jokes were over. One could only keep them up for so long, especially when Loras really did want to learn what the hell he was doing instead of just holding on to the rod and waiting for a fish to jump into the boat and proclaim itself dinner.
"Just tell me what to do with it," he said, taking the hook between his fingers and eyeing it dubiously. It was a lot smaller than he thought it would be and definitely looked painful. Briefly, he almost felt sorry for the worms and fish.