They nod. It is pretty, that much they agree. But it's sharp, too, clearly well crafted for its purpose, and they approve of that; it's both functional and beautiful, though they know which one they prefer most.

They draw the nail from its place on their back - they don't see reason to draw it unless they intend to use it, but it's fine, they think, if someone else asks about it - and hold it up for Lace's inspection.

It's well balanced, perfectly honed to the full potential of its materials, and gleams coldly even in the grotto's warm light.

You certainly seem like the type to have an interest. A taciturn nod, an acknowledgement of the truth of the situation. You're rather small for a warrior. They shrug, at that. It's not the first time they've been called small. It doesn't bother them; it has no bearing on their ability.