[ He withdraws the scimitars and puts them back in the scabbards with a smile, and then leans to that wide chest. Fjord smells of leather and sweat, an a little bit of cold and faintly arcane. It's quite lovely. ]

Mm, but then how am I going to be able to have my way with you if you blow un-fun holes in me?

[ Molly nips Fjord's lower lip slightly, the forks in his tongue tickling as he does. ]

Now, about that sword-swallowing...