Mayt shrugs. "Melt your magic? What, is your magic ice?" He looks inquisitive, and once she's done inspecting the blade he puts it away, it making a nice sound as he does, and he slides his right hand into his pocket, resting his left hand back on the scabbard. "Besides, your magic would probably reach me before I could do anything about it, unless you threw it at me." He smiles, glad Sasha is so nice. He might be able to make a friend here. "I normally can't just do magic on the spot anyway, I have to have some idea something's coming for me. As far as using the sword, I train with it a couple days out of the week, and I was practicing in various places on and off since I was thirteen, with fake ones of course."

He pauses a moment, something in a window catching his eye and he follows it, before returning to the conversation. "Which is weird that my birth parents had known that. I never told them about it." He looks at the street, sighing. "What's freakier is they knew where I was staying for a few weeks, since it had obviously been sent well before my birthday, but the signatures were obviously theirs." He shrugs. "Well, it'll be a mystery forever, unless I happen to stumble across them some time, which is unlikely. I doubt I'd even recognize them." He shrugs again, fidgeting more with the straps and such holding his sword to his waist.

After saying this he lets his eyes wander the streets for a bit, soaking in any eye candy that's around as well marking places in his mind to check out later, hopefully he could find the market as well as some good, small, and cheep restaurants around that he could survive on until he had a solid income. Or at least one that consistently payed for rent, food, and water.