[ he blinks at the question, but the smile returns a moment later, smaller and faintly hesitant. fingers curve over the hilt of the blade, then slide away again. ]

In a manner of speaking, I suppose so. More importantly, I think, I'm a weapon. I'm meant to be used by another.

[ quite literally, but he's learned here that it's best to warm others up to that idea. he indicates himself with his other hand, smile warming again. ]

My name is Souza, by the way, though I'm also called the Samonji blade. [ if the other man recognizes the name, so be it. ] It's a pleasure to meet you.