[ his guard is down, for a moment, as he examines the dagger. it would be easy to kill him in the distracted state. he turns it over his hands, and runs his finger along the hilt in a way that says he knows daggers, at least. not so much to be an expert, too much to be an amateur. ]

It's very nice. You have good taste. Which brings to question why you're here in the first place. [ a half-smile as he twists the dagger in his hand ] With power like this, you don't need friends.