He would watch her as she inspected his chamber, blushing faintly as she held his silks in her pale hands. he would look at his paws quietly now and then as she did this, emerald orbs casting between the pair, observing the strange differences and yet the ways they were similar.  He bit his lip as she spoke on Home's destructive ability. He then huffed as she called his weaponry primitive. He stood slowly, walking to the shelves and slowly removing his prized blade.<br/><br/>"What you may call primitive..because your kind depend upon machinery..." He began...<br/><br/>Settled in a sheath laden in silk as a form of decoration, the handle made of fine Stier leather, he took up the sheathed blade form it's case. He slowly approached her, settling on the cushion before her. He took her hand, resting on beneath the sheath, closing her fingers around the sturdy sheath and her other around the handle beneath an ivory guard.<br/><br/>"I will call elegant... disciplined...learned.."<br/><br/>He pulled her hands apart, slowly making her unsheathe the blade, the folded steel shining in the warm light of his burning oils. Long etchings of his people's blessings along the hairline blade.. their symbol for Kuguar carved into the ivory guard, dating back to the Aztec symbol for their four legged counterparts. The blade was heavy in her grasp, the Hume having abandoned swords for more than decoration long ago.<br/><br/>"While I enjoy creating comforts...I know that creating efficient means of combat are also part of my life. I came across a Hume Tome of sword crafting long ago when wandering the ruins of your former world...your kind once called these katana. Meant to be beautiful and precise in their swing. With the cleanest cuts among the many forms of blade."<br/><br/>He sighed softly as he settled into his cushion quietly, letting her observe his finest blade.<br/><br/>"While the Hyane give their blades teeth to rend and tear flesh..to make their presence known with a sea of blood in their wake...my blades leave no blood but a few drops upon the offender. Justice is served without a moment's carnage. The point is made, the punishment dealt without unnecessary damage. Respect to those who fall even in punishment. Elegance even in death" He muttered, his emerald gaze falling back upon her, his eyes having been cast down as he spoke, meeting her gaze silently.