Most of the time I'm convinced that there aren't enough words in the English language that convey how incredibly annoying he is.
He never ceases to spout utter nonsense; he's always blathering on about things that really have nothing to do with whatever we're actually talking about; he completely disregards my opinion, insisting he always knows best.
But sometimes – only sometimes, mind you – I suppose there are one or two things that sort of, if I'm being honest with myself, make me not want to strangle him for once.
Alright, I admit it; that burnished sword is pretty damn awesome.