[ This feels like a trap. Muramasa doesn't balk at the jab towards his skills, and offers up his own blithe, rude smile in return. ]

Sure, you give me a set of shitty gravers, or a knife you don't mind me knicking up, and I can probably finish something looking better than trash for you. But I like a clean edge on my work, so I'll have to pass on your little soldering pen.

[ but... consider his professional curiosity piqued. sue him. ]

What sorta design were you thinking?