[ Clarke.......... please .................... if he gets any impression of that terrible plan, he's the last person to enforce the rules around here. Despite her best efforts to be polite and respect his idiotic question, that perplexed look is enough to earn a small grin, amusement partly at her expense. When he lowers one arm and shifts a dagger free of his sleeve, there's no flash or fanfare to it; he isn't holding a dagger, and then he is, and he lifts it to offer her the hilt. ]

I wasn't planning to ask. I just thought knife lessons might be time better spent than rifle lessons, unless you intend to slip an entire bloody rifle under your robes.

[ Figure of speech. He's not completely discounting it. ] And if you can juggle, you can make a dagger stick.