"The uh?" Xander looks. "Oh, the shelves. Yeah, just staining 'em. Not actually..." Oh look, bedspread.

"Building, per se, and may I take a moment to point out that you made a euphemism about the only field I actually possess any talent whatsoever in, and thus I can't fix anything around here without thinking about sex? Which granted I'm nineteen, but still. Hanging a poster-frame should not turn me on."