Our smouldering sex god is a wee bit vain (but at least he has something to be vain about). There’s the hair, artfully arranged (with Ye Olde Medieval Haire Gelle?),fetching curls at the nape, those striking sideburns accentuating the elegant, masculine planes of his face. Later, of course, we get the Amazing Mane, artfully tossed about to great effect like the proud stallion that he is. And let’s not forget the Guyliner. Nobody rocks the Medieval Smoky-Eyed Gaze like our Sir Guy. And that stubble . . . . uhmmmmmm. Or clean-shaven for those special occasions.
He knows he looks damn good in those sleek, buttery soft black leathers, accentuating his lean, muscular physique. Nothing like watching that long, slinky stride through the corridors of Nottingham Castle, is there? Or study him lounging purposefully, strong arms folded across that broad, tempting chest, a knowing smirk or look of ill-concealed boredom or disdain on his handsome face . . . always keep your eye on the hot, sleek, sexy henchman. It’s worth it on so very many levels. Trust me . . .
