Guy noticed what he had done and hung his head in shame.
"ma'am I meant nothing by it" he said as he knelt down to he and gave her a handkerchief, which hand small drops of blood and holes and cuts in it. He knew he was probably making a mistake, digging himself into a hole were he must talk to a girl, but he had come to realized that he was going to have to get over his fear on day and might as well start hardening himself now.
He pulled his hand to her weapon and lightly put his hand on the bottom of the handle, to make sure she didn't try to slice him the way his mother had.
"you know you should never cry of the thought of an idoitic fool as myself, as I am a measly child in this world of men worth your time, what you thought my opinion was in fact the antonym of my thoughts, you are actually a very charming young lady" as he talked he tensed up, as he was afraid he would die at any moment, he was dancing with death in his mind.