He glanced at the swords and raised an eyebrow. "Thought I hid those from ya, sweetheart," he drawled dryly. Well, probably better she have them, here. Just in case. He pulled his pipe from his pocket and lit it with apparent nonchalance. The confusion on her face... hurt. He didn't like her being worried. And not remembering what he'd said, what they'd done... he wasn't sure how to go from her. But... he'd always hidden his feelings, before. He could do it again. "All right, princess?" he said softly, raising the pipe to his lips.