Ezra didn't know what a 'strop' was. Honing stone he was familiar with, but he was guessing he'd find out what the other thing was.
He glanced around, then started to look in drawers, not quite giving his back to the dwarf, but he was trying not to be super obvious about it.
He also tried to think of something to offer, conversation-wise, but came up short. He didn't find talking that easy to do period these days, and apparently, he had an easier time talking to girls through windows, which probably wasn't his best idea ever. And yet.
Ezra put some combs from the drawer her was digging through on the counter, figuring they'd be of use too.