Hmph, well if she was going to play like that then I suppose it was down to business. All sense of Bartleby being uncomfortable in the presence of a naked woman melted away as he affixed her with the same casual stare that he'd give to any corpse on his operating table...which is pretty much what she was going to be soon enough. He looked at the sword that the girl was holding and frowned, "You know, that sword belonged to my Uncle Silas during the civil war." Almost casually he reached up and plucked down one of his old fencing rapiers from the display up on the wall. He had a few scattered down here because they didn't fit in with his motif upstairs, and he just couldn't bring himself to part with the artifacts from his days back in the fencing team at college.
"He cut down quite a few Union officers with that, and more than their fair share of traitors too. So I'll thank you not to scuff it." Balancing the thin sword he'd just grabbed in his own hand he bent over in the proper fencing position and said in an almost friendly tone, "Do you really think you know how to use a sword just from picking it up little miss? There's no way you're going to do any real damage to me, so why don't you put it down hm?"
And as soon as she did, Bartleby would assist that lovely little head of hers from that pretty little neck and put Uncle Silas' sword back up on the wall. "I'm not particularly intimidated by a little girl waving about a sword that's too big for her."