[ she can absolutely have a seat!! he scooches to make sure there's room for her, even. and.. when she looks at the sword, he doesn't stop her, either, huffing a little bit of a laugh and letting his gaze sweep back up to the top of the blade. it catches the light strangely - it seems to reflect blue, sometimes, but then other times, pink.

there's a soft huff of a laugh as he stares up at it, a little rueful. ]

Mm... and for that matter, how whoever it was got these things. Besides the clothes on my body, this... I don't think the person it belongs to would have given it up very easily.

[ because this terribly named weapon sure is not his sword. ]