[Madame Desiree passes him on the stairs carrying a sword]
Capt. Desmond Fancey:
I wouldn't fancy a poke with that.
Madame Desiree:
What did you say?
Capt. Desmond Fancey:
Your blade, ma'am. You handle it far too well for my liking!
Madame Desiree:
I shouldn't worry
[pointing the blade at his crotch]
Madame Desiree:
You don't look as if you've got much to lose.
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