Period drama

Your odour offends my senses good sir.

And protects me from your desires.

That, at least, is true. But what is that swelling in your pants in Aid of?

In aid of the portrait of your mother in the bath, which hangs in the local tavern.

Ah, so you masturbate often and in public.

And never once have I been caught, unlike you and your good lady sheep.

The sheep was consenting, just like your good lady wife.

I demand a duel.

And you shall get one sir. Shall we say outside the brothel at sunrise?

We shall.