That makes him scoff, amused; this guy isn't wrong, the ones who think they're on their best behavior are usually the worst.

"I appreciate that," he says, terribly sword-free. He moves to tug the gloves on, both of them, giving the fingers a few flexes before holding out his hand to borrow the sword. A bit sheepishly, "My old sword was enchanted."

Said like this is the reason he hasn't replaced it yet, silly as that seems. It was his favorite, see...