He knows that look. It's not the exact same he uses but- seriously. This is what it's like to be on the other side of it, and he didn't want to deal with this shit while on a night off, more or less, shooting the shit and relaxing but here they go. Apparently. "Look. I will get back to you after I talk to Peggy. We've got spears in the inn but those things will get you killed, no crossguard. The dimensions are what I'm worried about. If you wanted like, a broadsword? I'd tell you to fuckoff."

But this is a reasonable request coming from someone that's probably not all that likely to get himself killed.

"...We're actually due another hunt. Poke your buddies, see who all wants in so I know how many to make. Good?"