There was a moment of silence, as the man thought about her question. It wasn't that he didn't know the answer, but he wasn't exactly the most touchy-feely, spill your emotions type of guy.
A muffled voice came from Rick's direction, and he raised his brow, glancing down at his hip and rolling his eyes. He looked at Idara almost in dread. "Okay, don't get freaked," he said.
Rick drew his sword again, the muffled sound turning into the clear sound of a woman's voice. "About damn time," she said. Yeah, the sword was talking. "Hi, Idara, sweetie. I'm Twilight's Cry. Been with this fine piece of meat since he started teachin' so I know what I'm sayin' and I'm sayin' that you ain't gonna get an answer to that question. This boy is so damn emotionally stunted-"
"Alright, enough out of you!" Rick spat, putting the chuckling sword back into its sheath with a huff.