"Right handed," Alfons quickly answered, not finding it odd at all that the man was dragging him into a private room; it would just work better that way, and a part of him was glad that he wouldn't have an audience to see his flailing around with the knives. So long as he didn't hurt himself, that was the important thing, right?

He did have to blink at the throwing knives, noticing how different they looked. But even though it was a serious question, the German couldn't help but smile when he spoke. "Where did you find those? They don't look like something I kept in my kitchen, anyway."