Aulfr just smirked at her and her embarrassment. He briefly considered teasing her, as she sometimes did to him; he had an excellent idea on how to. And she was, after all, wearing his shirt. He could just take it back, after all. After several moments of increasingly vivid daydreaming, he realized what he was doing and blinked himself out of it, and focused on Aleksandra's awkwardness.

So he just grunted his bemused agreement, and stepped up next to her, facing the table rather than mirror. He listened, patiently, as she described her worry, about the maids. In the meantime, he picked up the khopesh and flipped it this way and that; now that he had some actual interest, whatwith someone else knowing about it, he could get the idea of how to use it.

"Hmmm... well, that's your advantage, for one. Most of the maids are relatively young, and we do teach them more than you think. You're still a bit of an outsider- most maids know how to use a knife, and know a good bit about cooking, healing, et cetera. You'd be surprised; they teach themselves all kinds of things in their free time, and we don't bother to stop them. But that's true; they've been led to believe that. Which would make them all the more potent; teach them how to act, how to fake, how to sneak, how to be confident. I might even let you beat me as a display for them."

Whirling around the khopesh with the practiced ease of a master swordsmen, he narrowly missed her as he swung about, precise and knowing of where he was swinging. 

After a moment, he straightened, and mimed sheathing it, with a flourish, flashing a grin at her. 

"You can start after the next feast. I'll have a dozen maids picked out by then, and I'll throw in a couple boys who've been itching to learn how to fight. Some male assassins wouldn't be unwelcome, for intimidation. It'd take a while for a women to really intimidate a man, see, they'd have to start with some examples. Your girls can assassinate, and my boys can do the info-gettin', where rougher measures are needed."

He held out his off hand, for a handshake. 

"Train me some assassins, and you'll get the Noxan throne to support you, eh? I might even make you the Royal Assassin," he added, as if she wasn't already- and he knew it.