Scout snorted at her comment about being creative. He gave the girl a genuinely amused smirk. "Obviously," he said dryly. "I get my inspiration from swords." He gestured to the glass case, then paused, realizing the implications of what he'd said. With a smile, he continued: "Which could be misconstrued as a phallic obsession, but I don't believe in Freud, so I'm safe."
He paused a second time to consider the girl's next words. He squinted at her. "Are you trying to ask me my name?"