London liked being happy and she loved Caim being happy. So when he pulled the dagger from his pocket she wasn't scared and was in fact curious. As he held it out to her she looked over the handle and gasped at how beautiful it was. The butterflies made her smile and she felt a couple tears sting her eyes, the poor girl was touched by his gesture. Jumping alittle the blade popped out but it was also beautiful. So dark and yet so delicate, if London thought about it she would have reached out to touch it. Without warning Caim threw the blade at the tree behind her causing another little jump. Scolding herself for being so jumpy London told herself to calm down. Watching Caim she was awestruck by his skill and the silent beauty of the blade. Smiling as Caim spoke and took her hand she knew what he meant. In that simple moment London felt a little more powerful and a little more confident in herself. Giggling she bumped Caim with her hip not letting go of the sword. "It's gorgeous baby...you put a lot of thought and work into this. I can tell." Leaning back she kissed Caims cheek gently before turning her attention back to the blade. "Xena, Gabrielle, and Callisto would be my bitches with this. Just like you'd melt Hercules with a wave of your hands angel. You are going to teach me...right love? I mean you have the best skills and I want to make you so happy." London meant every word.