The tugging is noticed but he decides to leave it alone for now.

"Of course," he said. Holding out his hand mist appeared slowly shaping itself through twisting vines into his familiar sword. It felt good holding it in his hand, giving him a feeling of a measure of control. Though the people around them suddenly looking nervous at the appearance of the blade. Which made sense. Anyone should be worried by a Shardblade's appearance. Though, why 'again'?