Henry figured that if she wanted to talk about it, she'd bring it up. He'd be happy to talk about it with her if she did, but it wasn't his business to bring up. She hadn't intended for him to know who it was, for good reason most likely, and he was going to just let her deal with it how she wanted to deal with it.
"Well, yeah, but without the whole cheating with the best friend part," he chuckled, shaking his head. He watched as she handled the claymore, impressed with the fact that she was handling it as if it was nothing. "Maybe they were fighting sentient brick walls." He'd always thought claymores were huge. He didn't dare even try to take one himself, there was no way he'd be able to handle it in a way that didn't end with accidental limb severing.
Henry looked at it for a second and then reached out and took it. He bowed his head, smiling. "Thank you." He searched his mind for a second for an appropriate response and then hit on one. "You honor me with your gift." He placed the bag around his neck, patting the bag softly once it was around his neck.