That was clearly a euphemism and she was being horrendously filthy. Elliot felt his entire body heat up at Elsie's words and then at his own thoughts. Why was he assuming that his wife was comparing his literal sword to---she had just tackled him and kissed quick excitedly. It was not his fault that his mind had jumped to those conclusions and straight into the gutter.
He didn't particularly mind this situation, and Elliot was sure that the few drinks he'd had had made it quite easily to accept the public displays of affection and the cheerful, happy atmosphere.
His hand went to the small of Elsie's back, holding her close to him before she could move too far away. It had been a long time since he and his wife had done anything stupid, and certainly Halloween was the right time to fix something like that, yeah?
"If we could find somewhere to be alone," Elliot said, pushing himself against his wife, "I could properly show you how its done."
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