(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

I feigned surprise, "Juliette? What good fortune. I need to speak with you
about her."
"Oh?" He gave me a puzzled, slightly suspicious look.
"I demand her love. And I demand that you withdraw your false
protestations of love before I mash you into tiny bits."
"Thou love her so that thou wouldst fight me?"
I stood up straight, puffing up proud like a villain from a cheap novel, "No, I
don't love her, but I will have her. And if you are foolish enough to fight me,
I will pummel you, abscond with your lover, and please her in ways you
can't."
He studied me for a moment, eyeing my muscles, examining my scars and
my callused fists. With a gesture of spun-glass delicacy he sighed, "Thou art
passionate about this matter, I see. Passion stems from love. Thou lovest
her, and I could not deny her a love such as thine. I shall from this moment
onward hold no claim on her; thou mayest do as thou wish."
Ghk- I had not expected that. "Hold a moment... you aren't going to fight for
her?"
His eyebrows narrowed, and those firm lips pulled back into a frown, "If
thou art disappointed that thou wilt not get the opportunity to fight me,
understand that I do so out of honor and respect for thy passion. I am more
than capable of defending myself, so think not that I yield out of fear that
you might 'pummel me' and 'please her in ways I can't.'"
"No, no, no-" I grumbled, rubbing my forehead, "This was all a ruse."
He looked taken aback, "A ruse? Of what sort?"
"She wanted to provoke you into fighting for her."
"Oh? Did she think my love so boundless that I would engage in fisticuffs
with a brutally-scarred man of thy stature? Perhaps she thinks my devotion
to her a little high," he sighed, "So... what should be done about this ruse?"
I shrugged, "Turnabout is fair play..."
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