Blade is, of course, a deeply cool bad-ass.
But this is the seventies, and "deeply cool" is relative.
Let's just take a moment to appreciate Blade's home decor.
The man has a bed hanging, by chains, from the ceiling. *In his living room.* Note also the fur comforter, which appears to somehow overlap with the coffee table in the vicinity of Blade's right leg.
Alternatively, that's a sofa, and the chains securing it to the ceiling are designed to prevent it from moving around too much during earthquakes.
Moving on, let's meet Blade's lady:
No. No, I do not like. I don't care if it *is* the seventies. Change out of your sleeveless bathrobe and get the flowers out of your hair.
Blade's reaction, though, is somewhat different. And it torpedoes any bit of cool he might have had:
I'm reminded of Xander's line in "Innocence:" "I only need two minutes. -- Forget I said that."