Alec's eyes follow the blade, more fascinated by it than anything else. There's so much weight on both of them, and he doesn't know what to do, doesn't know if there's a step forward they can take.

"Why do you think I wouldn't want to see that?" A sigh, though, and he's not really expecting an answer to that. "Would you be willing to let me keep your sword?" Not like it does him much good, but still.