I only know what that is because Sephiroth showed me his.

[ After much cajoling. Also, his is enormous. ]

My style is quick. It might feel different, though, because I think a rapier is longer.

[ He moves around Martin, going to his bed and lifting his sword from it. He unsheathes it with a metallic ring, and flips it around to offer Martin the ornate hilt. ]

I'll show you what I can, and practice with you. Can't promise to be as good as your guards. [ He lets a tiny little smile tick up. Imperial guards. That's a thing to live up to. D'Artagnan wonders how they'd compare to the Musketeers. He can hear Captain Treville now, insisting his regiment wouldn't be beaten by any other. It's a nostalgic thought, but it's coupled with another.

That here, there's a whole new set of people to prove himself to. Martin must think he's worth something, to ask this question. He doesn't want to let him down. ]

I'd like the Fire Cloak. By the way. I won't be afraid, I promise.

[ Not of Martin's magic. Not of magic, generally, since he knows his friend wields it. ]