With a sword in his hand Adrian feels like nearly a different person, all crisp precision and proper form. It's obvious that he's a good instructor, even as he tries to scoff smugly and winds up making himself cough for a few seconds, oof--

"Of course it was on purpose," he manages, after it passes. He was doing a whole thing, showing off about the sword, only to fumble at the finish. He gives Felix's sword one last test swing before he flips his grip to hand it back, apparently satisfied. A healing sword makes his eyebrows raise, hm, but first, "If they'll deign to give it back to me, I'll owe you a free try."

You know, in exchange for letting him do this. He's going to get the gloves, so while he fiddles in his pockets for Bones, "Though that sounds enchanted to me. How did it do that?"