Oh dear. Now I have an image of her breezing in and demanding demon-hunting info, and he just rattles off the appropriate index numbers in the library before he asks whether she'll need to borrow a rapier :>

Herbie-turning fic. I'm having to drag him kicking and screaming all the way to the inn, and he's standing there looking at the matron all speechless. I think he really doesn't want to go through all this angst. *kicks him*