Simon gave a quick wink and a nod of thanks as he took the offered apple, pocketing it for no particular reason as he turned to listen to Adrian, his hands working their way through the various assortments of fruit. Plucking up the most desirable ones his eye could find to them pop in his mouth or amass before him. "So what did old frost tips do after that?" He said through a mouthful of grapes, chuckling all the while. "Knowing him he probably claimed it had no effect, being a mortal weapon and all. You should hear the grief he gives me about using this." He added, patting the blade on his hip as his other hand snatched up a particularly juicy pear. [i] Definitely nicking that for a lunch time snack. [/i]

Although a potent magic user and enthusiast, not even Simon could get on the same level of appreciation for it as Riley, which showed in the passion he held for his sword work and lack of practice with his abilities, this mainly stemmed from his hate of the horrific aroma that seemed to emit from him upon its use.