Forgive me. I am very poor at crafting jokes. [he nods, some regret filtering into his voice. Truly worried about having offended someone he cares for a great deal.]

Of course. I shall see you soon, no doubt.

[He doesn't quite leave yet, though.] Perhaps now that I have my blade back... we could cross swords once more. Not right now, mind, but being forced to my limit was helpful.

[He squares up to Cain, looking ready to leave, just waiting for her response on that.]