Taking the bottle, Benedict takes another pull from it, a bit more conservative in his drink this time as he knows what to expect from it, and sets it down. He removes his gloves, then his coat to reveal a cream coloured vest that's finely embroidered with bees, and then he reaches to take the sword.

"On the contrary, I suspect it's bite to be quite bad to the man on the receiving end."

It's certainly a menacing looking weapon, and as heavy as Benedict had expected. At least he doesn't seem entirely out of his depth as he holds it. The room is too small to give it a proper swing, but there's a sort of thrill about it, like he's playing pirates with his youngest brother.

"Have you brought many men down with it, Mr. Silver?"