"Lots." He agreed with a laugh. Many years, in fact. Too many years.

With a smile, Gladio held his hand out for his sword to be returned. He didn't want Inigo to struggle needlessly with the sword after all. He'd seen what he'd wanted. Inigo wasn't just all talk. He could back up his words.

He laughed again, louder and more cheerful this time. "Can't imagine me with a little knife or something, huh?"