[He stands up a little straighter, grinning with all of his teeth again. It makes him look younger, without his glasses. He nods, making an affirmative hum of sound, letting his shoulders bunch up a little near his ears. He shifts, then, sliding his (sheathed) dagger out from-- actually, where the fuck was he hiding that?? --and crosses the room, glancing at the space next to her before dropping to sit on the floor near her feet.]

I used a dagger, in-- I don't know if they're the same with different names, but. The other world. It looked kind of like this one. [He turns it so the handle is toward her. It's an implicit display of trust.]