[Oh Asch, that's no way to clean it. Ginji sighs to himself. Quietly.] You could try bringing it to the smithy sometime, if you wanted to. There's oil. [Oil for cleaning, wax for polishing...]

[He doesn't manage to get much further than that, though, because Asch is giving him some sort of look. He's not sure what that was for.] ...Affected, Mr. Asch? No, I don't think so. Nothing strange has happened to me, and I feel the same way I always do.

Has something got you worried?