Unaware or simply not caring about the possible misunderstanding Michael could have created with his use of words, he continued to his quarters.
Along the way, he felt something in his soul trembling. For whatever reason, his soul weapon wanted to be summoned, so Michael did just that.
The second the sword appeared in his grip, it spoke. 'You really have a devil's tongue. Even I am unsure if you are teasing the women intentionally or if this is just your natural charm.'
Michael chuckled, finding the sword's comment amusing. Then a second later, he stopped in his tracks, his gaze studying the greatsword giving off a neon light.
"This is it! I have been thinking about how to name you, but Devil's Tongue has to be the best fit for you. You either want to drink the blood of my enemies or make perverted jokes all the time! Thanks for the suggestion, I would have never come up with this on my own!"
