Mayt stands up as well. "No reason not to." He crosses his arms, staring Master Jamie in the eye, as if asking her to throw the hardest he can at him, and a little bit of fear that is exactly what she is doing. He's not in the best condition, but his dominant hand, his left, is uninjured. And physical injuries shouldn't affect his magic. "You have whatever I have to offer Master Jamie." He does mean this, though his posture still may suggest otherwise. He doesn't say some crap about how murder grinds his gears or how it infuriates him or whatever. He just looks like it's something for him to pass the time with.