He wouldn't need to touch it. He could already smell it. The fresh tang of copper in the air, faint to a normal nose but almost overpowering to some one like him. Thankfully he wasn't easily nauseated - all Shiro would see would be a wrinkling of his nose before he let out an annoyed sigh to the offer.

"What if I gave you a really good reason not to take the sword away from me?"