"A'right, now open yer eyes, luv." he smiled, taking his hands which acted as a blindfold off your face. The giddy gasp from you told him exactly how you felt.

A gorgeous glimmering longsword sat on the table in front of you, a bow on the hilt, a gift you could only dream of. He knew that you were pleased, though not entirely happy with gifts of jewelry or clothes, so he got something you loved — a big ass, unnecessary weapon.

"Loike it, eh?" he chuckled, as you adored the blade.