Luka notes the sound of the sword and it's magnetic pull, but doesn't make a move to reach for it just yet. Picking the sword up off the ground seems beneath him in this moment, and he doesn't want to make that kind of impression.

"Absolutely." He responds without hesitation. "There's a certain majesty to wielding a sword that most other weapons lack. You don't see a king on his throne with a pair of brass knuckles, do you? Well, maybe if they're made of gold."

Luka winks.