Varian glances down at the saber, then clears his throat, handing it back. Maybe a few years ago he would have made a run for it with the thing, but he's trying to be better. He rubs the back of his neck, a little sheepishly.

"Thanks for letting me look at it. And I'm pretty sure it counts as yours even if it's...not really," he shrugs. "I mean- unless someone else from your world shows up and it's theirs. "