The sword has a good heft to it, he thinks as he takes it and adjusts his grip, holding it up at the ready. He does use a blade like this most often, but even in this small amount of gesturing with a sword, his instinct to arrange his stance like a fencer bleeds through a little. He is more dashing like this than he is making faces at merchant vendors though, true.

"It caught fire." He misses that sword more and more with every hour. A beat, then, "Enchanted it myself."