The soldier sat back, glancing down to the blade. He took it in his hands and ran a finger along the back of it, shrugging once. "I don't know, Rex. That really depends on how good you are with it." Lounging back, looking every bit a lazy, carefree soldier, he slipped it back into his boots and met Rex's eyes again. a little bit of indulgence didn't hurt anyone. And he had a difficult day. It was nice to unwind.

"But I have been ungrateful, yes. Maybe you should tell me what I could do to make it better."