You come by a pretty young woman in need of help, she looks at you with lust and asks you "Hello there traveler, this sword is too heavy for me to lift on my own. Would you please help me? There may be something in it for you, if you know what I mean.." What do you do?
"...Traveler...?"
Well last the murderer checked, he was still in his own town, but perhaps that didn't really stop some tourists from assuming he was just the same. Oh well. A frown pulls onto his lips, with her mannerism of voice he was quite reminded of the adults that lingered upstairs every Friday.
Which really only meant one thing.
"...Yes however, I can make an attempt to assist..." After he gets a good look at the weapon in question, anyhow. Doesn't..seem like too much of a problem..
He grabs the handle, leaving room for the woman's hands as well. Ignoring the way she brushes the side of her thigh against him, yes, he gets the hint. May as well take her up on that...
And lift! ... ....."I've...lifted cakes heavier than this."
"But we could bring this back to the mansion, if you follow my drift." Oh no.