Doctor, every time I look it you I feel like my heart is burning. Why do you think that might be?
It is because you have fallen passionately in love with me. But perhaps I had better do a breast exam, just to be sure.
Huh. I thought it might be the Viking ship projecting from my rib cage.
Oh that? That is just a metaphor for my prowess. I am sure the receptionist told you how handsome I am, and the significance of my large nose.
Actually she warned me about your wandering hands and huge bill. In fact I was pretty sure I wasn't the only one in here "flaming"--what with the big gold brooch and all.
Oh, come on. You must be able to tell I am "happy to see you".
That is just your jeweled sabre--and sadly that is not metaphorical at all. (But anyway, I could never date a man whose hair is prettier than mine....)