He stepped on it, and slid it back to himself, but he didn't pick it up. He was fairly certain Mikkish wasn't out to kill him anymore, but he wouldn't take that chance. 

"Magic doesn't exist." He replied, simply. "And no, i don't have a private mentor. If i was rich enough to hire someone to not only teach me how to refine my powers, but to keep them well-paid enough so that they wouldn't expose my identity, i wouldn't need to use my powers in the first place. As for training? Not really, but this isn't exactly my first rodeo, either."