[ When he takes the sword- the grip strong but clearly by someone who's never held one before- he looks more at her expression and the invitation. It's not suspicion that stops him from doing so, though. ]

... I'm not breaking your own personal weapon. That doesn't seem right.

[ Instead he lightly tosses the blade into the ground, though easily sinking in more than half the way. Which was obviously more than he had expected, so he pulls it back out with a bit of a tug to offer back. ]

Sorry. Here, I'll, uh, get one of the practice ones.