[Akira, kid. This guy is carrying not one but two swords - one at his hip and the other strapped to the back of his considerably nicer backpack - the point is that if he wanted to shank you he has much larger, sharper tools at hand.

Instead, Asch just settles in and pulls a whetstone out from his belt. The shing-shing of sharpening a blade fills the air for a moment, before Asch holds the dagger up to the light, turning it so that the bright sun plays off the place he was sharpening it.]

Yeah, that'll at least take an edge, though I don't know how well it'll hold it. It'll take a while, though.

[He shifts the blade back to his lap and gets down to sharpening it with a practiced hand.]

Might as well ask any other questions you've got while I work on it.