"The aura on this thing," Jack swoons, flying close and spinning around his own axis as he takes in the Sword with the Red Hilt. "Oooh baby, I bet you could do some damage on the battlefield."

Magnus glances at Jack, who rarely remarks on weaponry's auras -- not since Skofnung, if Magnus remembers it correctly, so that's -- concerning, maybe. Then he glances back at Galahad, who looks very much like he's come home by picking the sword up.

"Looks like it was made for you," he says, carefully.