It was at least amusing enough to see this one taken back, if not truly surprised. Albedo shrugged exaggeratedly, and half spun to the side, idly looking at the wall. "Use it, then. I don't have a need for it tonight." As if he wasn't concerned at all, with his roommate, or a better weapon in his hands.

And why should he be? Albedo had driven his sword into his own stomach--why would he need to fear another's? Besides. It remained. There was something more of import here. Something a bit more interesting to consider. "You're someone who's comfortable fighting," he started again, a question and a statement. The weapon hadn't missed the notice of the other's wariness as Albedo had approached. "You wouldn't have happened to have replied to a notice on the bulletin board a few days prior, would you?"