Anakin didn’t know anything about Claudia’s weapon, only that she had one that bore the unmistakable design of being a blaster. He did not press for clarification on design and function of her weapon. That was not the point of their session.
“Of course,” he said, simply. He had a firm understanding of what it meant to be discrete, if Claudia didn’t want him mentioning it he would not.
He brought the discussion back on target by presenting the lightsaber again. “I would appreciate your restraint, Ms. Donovan.” Not that he was without defenses if she tried. “The removal of my limbs is reserved for someone else.” And yes, he did say that with something of a small, wicked grin on his features. Perhaps he was entirely too comfortable knowing his future?
But why dwell on that? He angled the lightsaber so that the blade end faced up between them and decidedly not towards either of their faces. His hand gripped the bottom end leaving space for Claudia to grab hold.