His one true love was dead (oops...sorry, babe. Told ya to sleep on the couch when I've been drinkin'. ), and the damsel had no expectations of anything long-term (*cough*slut*cough*). Turning her down for some kind of hermit's vow would have been more silly. Besides, what better way to protect her than to throw his body on top of her- you know, incase somebody throws a grenade, or something.
I'm beginning to think you are just jealous of her.
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