[Her fingers twitch with a sudden desire to touch his sword-- she's never seen a real one, not in person like this or with the option at some point to actually hold one. It's the dichotomy between knowing 'that's Kashuu' and 'but it's just a sword' and 'but it's actually him.'

She drops her hand to her side and rubs her arm to distract herself.]

Ah, well-- [She feels her face heating up instantly; emotionally distant as she can be, she recognizes the tease when it comes.] Of course. But I don't think you're that delicate. You could handle rough treatment once in a while, right?

Besides, I think I could handle you well enough. You'd behave for me, right? [TWO CAN BLAME THIS GAME except she's more-or-less serious about it; she glances at him and then quickly away.]