[The sigh doesn't go unnoticed, but in the moment his focus is shifted toward paying some godsdamned attention. He prepares to carefully examine Takame's grip on his own blade, but then his hands are on top of his own and his grip tenses back up for a moment, startled by the unexpected (but not unwelcome) contact.

... His hands are warmer than he thought they would be. Papayako maintains the grip Takame has positioned for him, brow furrowed in an effort to memorize how it looks and feels.] I see... You have my thanks. ... And my apologies. My training was -- [What, "a magic rock imbued with the memories of past dark knights that I stole from a dead man?" Don't be stupid, Papayako.] Unconventional, to say the least. How do I become faster? Is it just practice?