"I have not been paying much attention," he said truthfully. There was metallic sound as the pony shifted to all fours once more, and Handy's eyes were drawn lower to see the long, thin blade held in a scabbard by the pony's 'waist'. A thin belt supported the rapier's weight. He frowned at it for a moment. The crossguard was... strange. The blade came to a point where it was supported by two intersecting lengths of metal attached to a circular band of iron, which itself had an open strip as it did not close fully. The metal was intricately detailed with flora in base relief, and Handy struggled to figure out how the hell that sword was supposed to be used since he did not see a handle. "And I do not believe I have known thee long enough for us to be friends."