Darcy tilted his head to one side, examining his friend for a moment as if trying to get a measure of him, absent-mindedly twirling the blade in small circles, the tip to the ground rather than aimed at anyone.
"What would you propose?" he asked after a moment. "As far as I am aware, you do not know how to use a sword, and although I am sure it will come as a surprise to you, I cannot hang upside down from the ceiling or cut glass with my bare hands," he teased, giving him a bit of a waggle of his eyebrows to let him know he was winding him up.