Sigh. A loud sigh could be heard from Hax. "I never said anything about drawing it. I just wanted to hold it by the hilt. Well, if you didn't want to, then just say no. You know, you can tell a lot about a sword by holding it? And a lot about it's user and master, regardless of the sword. All blades have their own story, their own history, their own record, their own choice. Basically I just wanted to know about you from the sword. You don't need to draw a sword to understand it. I trust swords more than anything, they tell the truth. Nothing more, nothing less, all circumstances, everything. They read their masters, their users, and know what they want. anyway, if you don't want me to just simply hold it, fine. I won't force anything. Just means there will always be a wall." He was still leaning against the wall, unfazed by their actions.

Watching as Oliva shouted, he replied, "Don't get distracted. If you are training someone for a battle, then both parties need to know not to let their guard down, or be punished for it. Anyway, what do you take me for? Some fool? I am not going to draw out a demon's sword. A blade with a demon in it, or sealing demon powers. There are many consequences when someone the demon deems unworthy that can occur or when a seal on one's powers can cause catastrophe. Don't forget, I've had more actual field experience than yourself, despite being an exwire right now. I know what I am doing right now." Hax sighed once more. Discontent with the situation.