As Lydia spoke and laughed and howled, Shenyo watched her. Even as she moved around him and threatened his recently acquired cloak, his eyes never left hers. Narrowing as she challenged him a second time, he turned to face her. There was a faint anger in his eyes, not of joy or eagerness to play. Slowly his eyes moved from her own, down along her arm to the weapon she clutched so eagerly.<br/><br/>"No." Shenyo said simply, eyes moving back up to her own to watch her reaction. "I will not." Looking down to the pristine sword in his hand, he thought for a moment. "Something isn't right. Listen to yourself. Where is that quiet, thoughtful woman I know?" Still his eyes continued to be drawn to her sword. Nothing in him trusted it.<br/><br/>Shenyo turned to one of the nearby burning buildings and threw his weapon inside of it. "We don't need these." He spoke as he turned back. "You don't need that. Throw it in." Silently he braced himself slightly. If this was what he thought it was, she was going to have a hard time listening to him. Depending on the severity, he may soon have to defend himself from her. Gifts such as these didn't come from nothing in a nowhere village such as this.