Indeed. But only my blades? ]All too matter-of-factly, he adds, with a spark of mischief in his eyes:] I was rather hoping to see what else of mine you might feel inclined to work in your [--a soft chuckle interrupts him--] capable hands.

[Someone unprepared for his brand of humour might agree that having to put up with this aspect of his personality is infinitely worse than any injuries he might deal. There was no separating Isaac, the fighter, from Isaac, the incorrigible flirt.]