Alice shook her head in the negative, nibbling at her lips. "No, not little at all. Rather the one Liam had was eight inches, perhaps? It was very ornate." The tailor admitted, with a slightly admiring look. For while she could hate the man, she did respect artwork in any form. Twirling a finger in her curling dark lock, the woman considered the other weapons as she nibbled at the dish. She honestly preferred this to straight blood. It made her feel almost normal.

Something that went a long way in this new world. Savoring it, the small tailor gave Liza an apologetic look. "I enjoyed your dish." Alice gave a small smile, trying to ease the worry and rough feelings. "I've seen switchblades and razors." Alice's eyes appeared troubled as she seemed to think hard upon the issue. "Some of the more violent and urban designs feature models holding them." The explanation was utterly true. Alice in fact had to look up what they were and had been slightly horrified by them. But they had given her a wonderful Halloween line a few years back.