Imagine being insisted upon to stay only to be told to make yourself useful! Luckily, Blake is the type of peron who would fuss regardless, who couldn't stop himself from helping, anyway. So he takes to the task, elbowing Geralt gently in the process for the light teasing he's given. Aside from one very unfortunate incident involving dehydration during his time in the pit, he's not one of those Summoned known for randomly tasting things.

"Guess I never thought of a sword needing oil, but how else would you do it?" His grinding is precise, not that the tools don't do most of the work. He works at it studiously, watching as the tail becomes little more than a dark powder. "We don't use swords where I come from."