Zoro blushed deeply as the hands gripped the hilt and stroked the hard throbbing part of the sword all the while feeling the rough and worn out surface. His green eyes watched as the fingers ran across the bottom where his own hands would usually grip before they hit a dead end before moving to a different area, the one that Zoro knew wasn't to be touched like that. It bit into his mind as the thumb gently grazed it's hard surface causing him to shiver with delight as his eyes darted back towards Mihawks hoping the other would turn to look him in the eye.

"You have to be careful, to quickly or slowly and it's all lost... your hard work." Mihawk stated removing his hand and grabbing Zoro's own bringing it to the tip of the 'sword' and running the other's thumb down light enough that it caused a fine tremor to run across his stomach in pleasure.

"A-anything el-else?" Zoro was having a difficult time supressing the excitement in his voice.

"Don't wear it down," Mihawk showed his own 'sword'. "If well tuned, anything can be cut and pierced."

Zoro gulped, "Thanks." Mihawk grinned as he set his black sword and the three Zoro owned aside before gripping the santoryuu's chin.

"Now, why don't we start on our own swords?"

"I was hoping you'd say that."