Phil sees that expectation. He's too sharp to miss it. He has half a mind to fulfill it, but...

But the guard is right, and this kind of protocol can only be expected. They heard him out. He's doing his job. And, god, Phil is really, really, really tired of this.

He hesitates, then sighs with his eyes shut and his brow knit. "Fine," he mutters, "fine." Phil unbuckles the blade from his hip and holds it out to Holbrook. "Here."