Firefly Glen meet in the middle,

Revui did not want to appear ignorant before his sister. He huffed, turning a slanted look her way as her question hit his ears. He sharply confirmed. Of course! Except, it was obvious by the bluster and dramatic flair of that same statement that he was lying. He stomped a little bit in place, clearly a bit embarrassed, and could not hold his attention upon her after. Revui felt like a young idiot, a child, and coveted what knowledge his siblings carried - or rather, excelled in, which he often felt dwarfed by - and knew he was too prideful to ask for such lessons. So he would feign his knowledge for as long as Hydra would allow him. Steel his pride against the scrutiny of his betters.

Before she could elucidate upon the various biological processes of sex, he boldly loosed his voice.

I will keep the... sword -- to myself. He wasn't a creature of nuance, and struggled to connect the meaning behind what she had said, but held on to that single word as if it were the rosetta stone; whatever his sword was, he would keep it away from any women. It certainly had not been brandished for combat with anyone - unless Moonspear's poor saplings counted.

Honestly at this point he just wanted to run for the hills.