[Having been a royal knight in the first kingdom that held his name, Concord knows how to reach for a blade. Instinctively, his broad palm falls over the portion of her back where the hilt is depicted. Concord has massive hands, well suited to his frame, but they are skillful, not the least bit brutish. Aside from the callouses that is, but rough is a different quality than merely careless. He caresses down her spine, the blade, imaging the exact steel and sharpness she then jokes about.]

Would it be for another-? [he asks rather seriously, almost reverent. He can fathom as much, through magic, it isn't an unreasonable thing to consider possible. After all, he's actually a massive horse wearing the shape of a man. Is it so wild to image that a tattooed blade could hold true sharpness on her skin? Could cut a man she wished not touch her? No, that seems very reasonable to the unicorn.

Any man who dared touch what he was not welcome to should be cut,]

I should mention... avoid touching my hair. A unicorn's mane needs special invitation. By accident is no trouble, but I only allow an intimate few to handle it at duration. [Once that list had been very limited. His own mother, the man who saved his life, and his lover Ali... though the list had been growing with a few he came to care for. Concord imagines she could join that list, but won't say as much. That is a step beyond sex, intimacy wise. He has to very genuinely trust someone for that.]