"J-just...?" Jacob stuttered, his posture crumbling before Arisa's overbearing attack. For village lads and lassies the experienced paladin's charm was otherworldly. It wasn't just her holy, blessed aura, but her sultry, purposefully unguarded mannerisms as she leaned close. Uther was hardly any different way back when, and though Arisa had managed to awaken a more forceful and direct man in her husband it wasn't until their first child that he could fully believe he was married to her.<br/><br/>Jacob was young and certainly eager, however. Whatever doubts he might have were drowned in the ample cleavage that she swung his way, catching and holding his gaze easily. Not even the brothel girls were as alluring, he thought. Some were proud of the way they practically spilled out of their bodice, but Arisa had her thighs bared on top of it all.<br/><br/>Swallowing audibly, he steeled his wild, youthful nerves and puffed up his own chest, not so impressive in either a manly or a feminine way but with perhaps surprising promise. Unlike most country youths Jacob showed promising stature, neither short and stocky like a farmer nor frail and wiry like many apprentices. He came from a butcher's family, and more than most he must be eating well to be as tall and as broad chested as he was at his age.<br/><br/>Brandishing his knife, he held it out proudly. "I can cleave clean through cow bone with a single chop!" And then flexing his arm to massage his biceps he claimed, "my old man's always letting me do the hard cutting lately. I'm a master with this!" All impressive and boastful, but nothing really about actually using a weapon in a fight. Not that it would be fair, and the town certainly wouldn't let him get away with bringing a knife to a boys' scuffle. If he had, Trinia would have probably known and handled it somehow.