"Fine." Whatever worked. He turned his head away, the sly grin reminding him of Sylvain if he was a short, beautiful woman with black hair and not a womanizing redheaded man. Loved the guy. Real pain in the ass.

"Nor has anyone held mine. Yours was very warm." Weird thing to say.

Anyway! Sharp things. He could handle sharp things. Dimitri headed into the marketplace, spotting what looked like a smithy down the road. "What manner of blade do you prefer?"