[He's not wrong. They could count them out for him, but they're certain that wouldn't help. The Knife at their hip, one blade in each shoe, one at their waistband, one up each sleeve, coupled with whatever they could fit in their pockets - six is the standard number for one such as them. But one could never have too many knives. It pays to come prepared.]

[If they're surprised that he takes their advice and accepts the weapon, they don't immediately show it. They'd expected at least a token protest, but even that much is foregone in favor of a genuinely intelligent question.]

[They tap their fingertips across their hip once, twice, in a short spurt of contemplative motion before answering.]

I'd recommend learning. [They make no movement to take the weapon back. They do, after all, have plenty.] There are plenty here that would have no aversions to teaching you to defend yourself - and if they do, then they clearly have not been here for very long.