Trudging through swamps, deserts, and ancient ruins while simultaneously pulling off frilly laced cuffs and Lisa Frank-esque neon jelly rings and still hitting the sack every night with a 7-foot bunny chick that wears a hard plastic thong for armor?
Balthier. The guy was smooth. Damn smooth. He could probably sell a ketchup popsicle to a woman wearing white gloves.
