[The lance would have been both overkill in the incredibly unlikely event of this escalating into a physical fight, and useless in stopping the far more likely subtle sabotage that Niles is most worried about. As fond as he is of watching her wield it, now was not the time or place.
He takes his seat at the table and lays out his left arm palm up. There's not much fur on the inner sides of his forearms, but what was there has been shaved away leaving a perfectly rectangular patch of dark skin exposed. He reluctantly lets go of Azura's hand to tap his own wrist then drag the finger down to the crook of his elbow.]
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He takes his seat at the table and lays out his left arm palm up. There's not much fur on the inner sides of his forearms, but what was there has been shaved away leaving a perfectly rectangular patch of dark skin exposed. He reluctantly lets go of Azura's hand to tap his own wrist then drag the finger down to the crook of his elbow.]
I want the hilt here, blade facing this way.