I once told a friend of mine that the man I was seeing had an old soul. She was impressed and immediately revised her opinion of him (she didn’t realise that the translation of “he has an old soul” meant “I know you think he’s an immature prat and I’m a fool for hanging around with him, so I’ll say something to make you shut up”. For the record, I knew he was an immature prat, but I loved him anyway).
Take it from me, Muad’Dib, she wants to get into your pants.