He made a face at her. "Don't take offense but you're too young for me. I will cut the hand off of any man who tries, however, if you don't do it with that sword of yours."
Besides, his heart was still aching from - and for - Anders. He had no interest in groping anyone, especially someone so young. It was not nice to know the world was ugly elsewhere.
"They fight like it. Believe me, I would know." He glanced at her, smirking slightly. "Come on, sit with me. You'll find they're not that bad given the chance. If they attack I can protect you. This isn't a walking stick."
The bladed end of the staff should've given that away at first glance. He was armed and ready if something did come for them.