[Oh, threats of violence against his person. How very droll.

Balthier blows out breath, theatrical and exasperated, a hand slipping behind him to grasp the dagger by the hilt and lift it up high for her to see. It dangles above their heads and catches moonlight against its steel edges.]

You mean this? Come now, is it truly worth starting this dramatic of a ruckus over? I dare say that only lends more value to your precious trinket.