Codin gave the two a moment to discuss, gave him a chance to get really stuck into his dinner. When the lady in the kimono mentioned the needlework, for some reason he didn't think of sewing. "Needlework...why did that make me think of a tattoo." he pondered for a moment, his lips tongue taking a second to seek out any bits of potato that had got caught stuck around his lips. Tricky food, not wanting to be in his belly. It didn't take Codin long to notice the katana, being a weaponsmith himself he was known to notice such things, or rather notice the finer details. It was of course hard to miss such a thing. As Layla continued to look in his direction and smile, he was quick to smile back. Clearly it was another young one who had heard the stories of St. Codin the Mighty. As a Saint of Kord he was most certainly under no vow of celibacy!