With a sword like that in tow, a few dick jokes have got to be par the course and if Cinderella couldn't just roll with them, then he doesn't deserve the sword in the first place.

"Do I look like a mad scientist to you?" Jacob asks. He is, after all, in a suit right now. Not a lab coat. But maybe even mad scientists take those off sometimes. "Truth is, no one is really in charge here. You can think of it as a democracy. Or a bloody mess. I know which one it looks like to me."

He continues to move, watching the sword. It doesn't shake, doesn't wobble. Even though Cinderella has been holding it up for a good minute or so. Impressive.

"You know how to use that butter knife?"