Tempus noticed the way he gripped the axe. He was growling more. This wasn't looking good. "Well, I don't like weapons" he snapped back quickly, calmly enough. He didn't raise his voice, but he did shoot him a slightly nervous look, mixed with anger. Rubbing his thumb and fingers together, he looked down thoughtfully before turning on his heel to begin pacing again.
"Weapons aren't good... They're never used for good" he rambled to himself. "Look" he stopped pacing, and turned to face the Dwarf. "I'm not your enemy. Nobody on board this ship, is your enemy. You have no reason to carry that axe. When we land, and we leave the ship, you can carry your axe, because I can promise you, the universe out there does not have my patience"