When he holds them out, it's with an expression that's equal parts ironic, frustrated, and long-suffering. They are manicured hands, soft hands. In his defense, though, he utters a droll, "In my particular department, the ImpSec armory is fairly empty of swords. More nerve disrupters. My personal weapon of choice, of course, is the wineglass, which is one that does not get nearly enough respect."
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When he holds them out, it's with an expression that's equal parts ironic, frustrated, and long-suffering. They are manicured hands, soft hands. In his defense, though, he utters a droll, "In my particular department, the ImpSec armory is fairly empty of swords. More nerve disrupters. My personal weapon of choice, of course, is the wineglass, which is one that does not get nearly enough respect."