Dimitri gave a soft yelp of surprise as the sudden bright light hurt his eyes. He rubbed them, being unaccustomed to weapon transformations as he'd never had a partner,  though the discomfort caused by the sudden flash was quickly forgotten when he stopped rubbing his eyes to look at Alissa, or rather, her weapon state. The meister reached across the table once more and grabbed the sword, noting that the long hilt of the weapon somehow balanced Alissa even with her sheath and all of its extra components. 

Dimitri held Alissa by her hilt and sheath, spared a moment to look around to make sure no one was watching him, then tried to pull the sword from the sheath. It wouldn't budge, not even a single inch. Dimitri tried once more, this time adding more strength to his pull, but not enough to where he felt he might hurt Alissa, if it was at all possible in her current state. He tugged four more times, before finally giving up and placing Alissa on the table. "[color=0054a6]Quite a pickle...[/color]" He mused aloud as he shifted attention to the sheath, lightly tapping down its length to see how sturdy it is. "[color=0054a6]Looks like it might be able to stand up to a far bit of stress. The chains should be especially useful in blocking...[/color]" He said as he ran his fingers across the chains. He continued to caress the weapon for a few seconds before he remembered three details that where not only vital, but extremely awkward: This weapon was a person, it was a person that happened to be female, and Dimitri had zero clue about how weapon anatomy worked.  Dimitri's cheeks flushed red as he stopped to consider what exactly he was doing before he began to stammer. "[color=0054a6]Oh Death I forgot it was still you! I really hope this isn't weird! I'm not touching you inappropriately a-am I? I'm so so sorry if i'm doing something wrong here! Wait, can you hear me?[/color]" He asked all in one breath.