[ His grin crinkles the corners of his eyes as he keeps the sword still, not wanting Molly to get hurt because they were distracted. And they are, rapidly. He leans in for a kiss but uses his height to keep one out of range, as if thinking about it. ]

Careful, a big old weapon like mine might split you in two. Imagine, not being able to feel anything but my sword inside you, so big that it's everywhere you move ...

[ Sparring this is not. ]