"Yes ma'am." He said, deciding on just going with ma'am. Unless Yggdrasil insisted, but Seydon knew she was chill enough to not really go onto that. He'd smile slightly, as he'd feel her hips bump into his. He'd chuckle, then would sigh silently, looking down to the weapons that now lay in his hand. A bone knife, a metal one, and a wood knife. Shouldn't be to hard hopefully. He'd set his blade down, which he learned of it's properties... Gilgamesh, huh? He'll have to ask where he can find metal like that. He'd lay his blade down, then would hold all the three knifes in his right hand. He'd throw them upwards, then having his eyes follow them, as they would start to fall downwards, his eyes glowed slightly, and the knives would stop in the air Midway. He'll hold these blades in the air, that, and moving around while holding them in the air is great to train himself to move while holding onto them. He'd walk around the place, the knifes floating midair behind him while his eyes glowed their devious purple.<br/><br/>His eyes wavered, then would return forward. What shall he do for the time being, he wondered? He would sit down, examining the tea in which was all around the table in which Yggdrasil had. Maybe a cup of tea might help his mind from yonder? He'd sit, however not drinking the tea, only waiting for Yggdrasil to give him the permission to drink said tea. Besides, it tested and challenged his patience so it may become stronger. Or in simpler terms, less teenage angst Seydon, and more Worry wart Dad Seydon.