[That merits an agreeable nod, and here is his first error of the evening that's on him, rather than her uncanny appearance:
It's-- strange, to be carrying no visible weapons. No plethora of ready-loaded pistols strapped across him, no cutlass. He has a dagger, of course, and he's a better hand than most if a fight goes to fists. But he never has needed armaments of any kind to advertise that he's a dangerous man no matter how queer it feels to be without them. His hand falls automatically to where the hilt of his sword would rest, and then he folds his arms as if that was what he'd intended all along.]
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It's-- strange, to be carrying no visible weapons. No plethora of ready-loaded pistols strapped across him, no cutlass. He has a dagger, of course, and he's a better hand than most if a fight goes to fists. But he never has needed armaments of any kind to advertise that he's a dangerous man no matter how queer it feels to be without them. His hand falls automatically to where the hilt of his sword would rest, and then he folds his arms as if that was what he'd intended all along.]
Would you permit me a question?