[Sometime after speaking, Owain had scrunched his eyes shut, half-expecting an onslaught of names synonymous with childish loser to be thrown at him in mass. With Weiss's apology, though, and with her extremely earnest offer to help him against those totally non-fictional enemies he has, he just... kind of feels guilty. There's a knot in his gut that twists when he sees how much smaller she looks. Man, he shouldn't have lied. He feels bad. And marginally less afraid of her.]

... Uh. Sorry. A-Actually, there aren't any brigands. I lied. Sorry. That was just me being weird.

[He adjusts his manner of speech, figuring it might be easier to talk to Weiss in much the same way he talks to Lucina and his friends of her ilk - people who default to deserving respect rather than, you know. Floods of Owain-ness.]

That's, um. That's a really cool sword, though! I've never seen anything like it! Do you mind if I take a look?