If Mangaka-San decides to have a plot twist ass pull in the next chapter, it's going on hold till it's complete, or I forget about it… whichever comes first.
Oh like, sure, a hunk of precisely sharpened metal, with a wood handle and fabric accessories, would learn to swim in all the years of sitting on a pedestal.
Yes, yes, he was imagining something. Now, since you seem amenable to what you suppose he is imagining, how about you bring that imagination into reality?
In other words, bump uglies! You know you want to!
I know there are some guys who would enjoy a lady ruining their planning because she wants their attention.
My ADHD ass would throw her out in a box, because I'm neurotic about trying to avoid being late for things.