Bob saw her shudder out of the corner of his eye. Smiling slightly he spoke without looking up from his blade cleaning, "You know, that is the worst part about this blade. The cleaning. Sure, it looks scary, sure it looks even scarier when it is covered in blood and pieces of flesh are falling off of it in the middle of combat. But cleaning? Pain in the ass. It's kind of like convincing a hard-headed woman that thinks she is the best around that your just trying to help." Bob looked over at her and smiled his half smile, "Wouldn't you say so?"
I seem to have lost my pie cutter.
