I wonder if it would do anything if your life was threatened.

[ He looks the knife over, thoughtfully. Before he huffs a laugh out of his nose, he puts the blade away without doing anything more. ]

I do need to clean it before it starts to rust. But I'm also not sure if I'm fond of it enough to keep. [ Soma had been given a nicer blade by someone else, and so the one he used for the petty fights might just end up tossed. ]

Anyway, as scary as all my chatter is, I have no intention of harming you. [ So, what is it? ] Just seeing where your sense of humor lies.