Silver Tongue(not that way...)

Rich sighed and thought back to all the cheesy fantasy movies he saw as a kid. He's definitely no match for a trained knight. But maybe he could outsmart him.

"Ah, sir knight," Rich said. "Clearly I, a lord, am above trivial challenges."

Sir Lance stepped forward, "You dare-"

"I know you might be a favorite for the tourneys, but I am a nobleman and clearly Lady Kat is engaged to me."

Sir Lance of Morning Wood walked to within inches of Rich's face, "You win this time, knave. But remember if you dishonor your lady I will-"

Lance began sniffing hard. "Do I smell the sweet hector of a lady's pleasure on your breath?"

"Uh-"