"You call me pretentious, yet you return an old man's meanderings with such sarcasm and bravado. 'Twas but the mind merely wandering an endless amount of possibilities. If I offended you, I apologize. The habits and overall mannerisms of this place has conditioned me to such pride. I meant no harm." Lucien still does not bother to look up as he was quite invested in polishing his blade, but his tone remained neutral to clear any hostility up to the man. Not out of fear, but out of the rationality to not incur any conflict. He had no time for such a trivial thing at the moment. "Are you a swordsman yourself? If so, care to join me for some downtime maintenance? I always find it astounding how everybody here has a 'legendary unbreakable blade that need not any sharpening' and their lack of knowledge in using such a weapon. Maintenance teaches discipline. And with such care for one's weapon comes a grudging respect for it."