She did catch his staff, but instead of trying to lighten the pressure on his staff, he pushed against her sword, creating more pressure, and pulled back. Now, had the staff been normal wood, it would have caught into her sword, and the result would have been either very deep gouges, or tearing her sword from her hands. Neither happened. The staff slid from her swords grasp with a very melodious shing, and he once again moved with dexterity, aiming for her arm. As he did so, he pondered what she would do with someone like him and his abilities if they didn't fight fair. He could easily remove her swords from her hand by way of teleportation, and any wit would teleport them to a place she couldn't retrieve them. But he didn't say as much.
After his staff made contact (sword or arm.), he jumped back so that she would have to move forward to make any contact, he remarked easily while apparently inspecting his staff. "It's amazing really.." he glanced up at her from under his eyebrows, he ran a hand along the still completely smoothe surface, no evidence of the heavy collisions it had been having with her swords, still completely opaque black.