So impatient.

[ he sighs and twirls the sword in his hand so that he can grab it by the blade and offer it to her handle first. it's not much, worn out and stolen, but it's still a sword. happy? ]

I'm going to ask you to keep the details of the acquisition of that weapon to yourself, but you already knew that - didn't you?

[ he's going to go pick up his bottle now. ]