It was true, dragging out conversations with non-starters wasn't great in general and Stanley didn't particularly do well with things like that, not when they could just get words out there without going the long way around.
This conversation was going to make him a little anxious regardless though, there was no getting around that. He was quiet for a moment, gripping his found menorah and glass ornaments a little too tightly. "A sword," he said, wrapping his head around it. "But not like Excalibur?" Which was to say, not a sword of the immediately deadly variety.