[He blinks at that-- then laughs, shaking his head. With some of the guys he's run into... yeah, totally possible to have mercenaries who barely know which end is the pointy one. (The guy's still right, though.)]
Okay, okay! Here, you try figuring out the right end.
[Ares scoots to the edge of the bed and draws his sword, holding it out for Steve to take by the hilt.]
Try holding it. For real, not like it's a stick or something!
[If he accepts it, whether Steve has the right grip or stance won't matter. That's not what Ares is curious about-- he's not even looking at the sword as he holds it out. His eye's on Steve's face.]
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Okay, okay! Here, you try figuring out the right end.
[Ares scoots to the edge of the bed and draws his sword, holding it out for Steve to take by the hilt.]
Try holding it. For real, not like it's a stick or something!
[If he accepts it, whether Steve has the right grip or stance won't matter. That's not what Ares is curious about-- he's not even looking at the sword as he holds it out. His eye's on Steve's face.]