`` pick up your sword , butcher 's boy , '' he said , his eyes bright with amusement . `` it is n't about the boys , it 's about ... love . she cried happily , throwing her arms around his neck when he released her wrists . flirting was one thing , but business was another . finally , he was coming to her . there are like , thousands of guys around . smiling at me , he asked , `` the usual ? '' i should never have left in the first place . 