What did he mean, he wouldn't remember? Squalo gave him a hard questioning stare, about to ask outright when the woman emerged from the forest. It was like this guy had planned for it to happen like this. ...exactly like this.

He began to look at the man, the woman, and the sword with some suspicion - even though it was a beautifully crafted weapon. The best he'd ever seen, let alone held. Seeing it, his eyes widened like any child's might at Christmas, having recieved something they'd wished for for as long as they could recall. Taking it in hand, some of the wide-eyed wonder remained, but he wasn't going to be taken for some stupid brat that could be bought off with presents. Not even if the present was a beautiful sword.

"So are you trying to steal me? If I won't remember it doesn't matter even if you tell me, right?"