Jon listens attentively, and only when the sword is sheathed does he move to gingerly pick it up - though he barely lifts it off the table, simply turning it over to have a better look at it. Even from within the sheath, there's an unease that comes to lifting it--- but a different unease, than when he's handled the strange, cursed objects that wind up in Calloway's Curios. An energy that doesn't seep into his palms, sinking like a poison, but rather, it cuts, like a light spilling into a dark room.

He doesn't care for what that might say about him, as opposed to the sword. He sets it down softly once again.

"It's quite a stroke of luck that it came back to you, then," Jon notes, watching Shen Qingqiu prepare the tea. "It's--- I've never seen anything like it, personally. I mean, it's fine craftwork, I'm sure, but--- that's an incredibly tangible energy it's got. Such a thing could have been terribly dangerous in the wrong hands, I'm sure."

Which makes Jon all the more fortunate that Shen Qingqiu didn't have it during their first, less-than-pleasant run-in...