[It's an action he observes with a detached kind of interest-- his world may be bereft of magic, but he's been here long enough to have become accustomed to seeing it used, at least. Knows a little more about it than he once did. Still--]

A useful trick.

[And then he moves to pat at his suit, in close to his chest, where beneath the jacket his twin pistols are concealed.]

And I'm a gun man, myself. I'm handy with a number of weapons, but they've always been my preference. Or, when all else fails, one can always use one's hands.

[Although he says this with the slightest curl of his lip-- he may have the capacity to break bones with a twist of his palms, but in his opinion it lacks a certain refinement. Overt brutality-- that has always been more his wayward brother's forte.]