He doesn't know who exactly she's thinking of as she mutters, but he smirks anyway, a laugh behind his teeth. It's the general feeling he understands.

"Way to let me down. A sword pile is what this place really needs," He jokes. Even if the idea of using a sword that's not him and his makes his guts roil.

And with that, his arms fold and his head tilts. He looks at her close, up and down. "So you're a sword person. Really?"