[There's a snort. No, he doesn't want a hammer.]

When I met that kid, I gave her her first weapon. Little bronze dagger, real powerful. [He looks at the blade almost fondly.] Knives are reserved for only the quickest and most clever fighters. [There's another flick of his wrist as the knife twirls and slips into his pocket in the blink of an eye.] Sometimes you want 'em close. I'm nobody's last resort.