Oh baby, is that a broadsword, or are you just happy to see me..?

Naw, sweet cheeks … that really is a broadsword, but it doesn’t mean I’m any less happy to see you.

Oooh, I can’t resist a man who carries a broadsword, and wears a Kurt Warner football jersey to the Renaissance Faire… kiss me now! /dives in for spontaneous make out session

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