He accepts the staff with a mildly impressed expression on his face. He's not a staff guy- fighting with one of these things doesn't feel right, but he can tell it's not just a cheap piece of shit. It's a professional weapon. He weighs it in his hands a bit while he talks.

"Too much to take, huh?" Oh, the follow ups he could give to that. A comment about baking grease comes to mind, but... Nah, let's not go quite that far. "Then I'll just have to keep training myself until you think I'm ready."