Marek grinned, amused by her laugh. He figured there was probably some sort of wandmaker joke in there that he wasn't getting, since his male brain was mostly taking that with a double meaning. She seemed too polished for that sort of thing to him, though, even though she'd certainly worked hard and gotten her hands dirty. It was an attractive quality.
"To fight you with, you mean?" he said cheerfully. "I'm not sure when I'd use it, otherwise. But if it's a sword fight you want, I'll make a sword and practice with it until I give you a run for your money." He could do that, he was sure. He'd tried fencing, and he had started to get the hang of it under her tutelage. She far outstripped him, of course, but that didn't bother him; she'd had loads of experience on him that he didn't. He was only really ever competitive with his sister, anyway.
He held out a hand for the sword. "Let me put that somewhere safe for you, and we can get water. Food too, if you want, there's a nice curry place not far away if that's your thing, but wherever we go, I don't think they'll take too well to you carrying that in." He could get away with it, with the Mark on his arm, and his influence could probably extend to her, but he wasn't sure he wanted to do that, with her. He couldn't really have said why.