Well he wasn't expecting that. But he isn't about to object either.

Hesitantly reaching out, Smokescreen takes ahold of the hilt, eyeing it with a sort of wonder in his optics, carefully catching the blade with his other hand as he studies it. The sword really is a thing of beauty, Smokescreen turning it over just to look at every inch of it, unable to tear his gaze away to look at Drift when the other speaks.

"Really? You're pretty slaggin' good for no formal training. I'm jealous," he murmured and he really was. Natural talent like that? It was impressive.