The playful smirk is very foreign to him. He's usually the guy girls ignored. The chose other guys before they'd even think to choose him. But he'd learned to be fine with that. The smirk gets a small smile in return from him, even as his ears turn a little bit red.

He turns his hand over and drops the hardlight dagger into hers, fingers brushing hers a tiny bit. Unintentionally.

"Like I said...there's weight. And it's sharp." And there are added details from the game he mentioned. Faint runes that come from designs in his game. Not that he'd expect her to know that. It was just his own added flare.