Basch slowly redirected his gaze back down to the knife that he was mystified with, muttering to himself about promising to keep it close to him, be it physically or metaphorically close to him in his heart, barely hinting on how precious he saw the gift he was given actually was. He seemed softer as a result, tamed, almost domesticated even, something only Lichtenstein was [i welcomed] to see; though it didn't stop others from catching the occasional glimpse of his softer side. The Swiss man jokingly narrowed his eyes and looked back to Ludwig upon the last sentence he was told, huffing out a quiet breath of mock-anger. "I'll have you know, I'm perfectly capable of protecting myself, I've already been doing so for this long after all. Geez, what is it with all you super powers and thinking everything's either about allies or enemies? If you've got a problem with me being neutral and fending for myself until the day I die, then you can kiss my ass, how's that sound?" Basch playfully asked with a roll of his eyes, pretending to be passive-aggressive for a few moments before letting out a quiet hum. Perhaps he'd take up the German on his offer one day, [i if] he ever needed to, that is. It never hurt to have a back-up plan, after all. "And, yeah, fine, we can be friends, buuuuut it'll cost you," He added on with a quiet snicker to himself.