[ There is literally nothing wrong about smelling his own armpits. He's making sure he's not stinking up someone else's place, okay! You're welcome. ]

I wouldn't know what to do with a sword. But I do have these, if you think they help. [ He pats the pair of sheathed knives strapped to his waist, shrugging. ] I'd rather not kill anything out here, if I can help it.

[ To the question, he nods. ] Yeah. I know, terrible idea, so I've been told.