[She's seriously asking him not to get a swelled head over something?]

'Course I do. If I couldn't, there wouldn't be any point to them, right? That's what other prosthetics are for. And besides - [He claps, raises his right fist again (partly so it's pointing neither at her nor at the clothes draped over his other arm, but mostly to try and look cool) and, with no regard for weapon safety whatsoever, breaks out a short version of his armblade.] it's not all bad.

[...Actually, by his standards, that's nearly modest.]