It was a risk offering Anthony a wand, of course. But Anthony was no use to Terrence as a magic-less servant. That wasn't what he wanted, it had never been what he'd wanted. Anthony had been a game, before. It was still a game, but the playing field had changed drastically, and so had the stakes.
He knew, intuitively, that Anthony wouldn't hex him with it. Terrence knew his kind of people, and he had read Anthony well from the very beginning. Even then he hadn't wanted to break the younger boy, not really. He'd hoped that Anthony would withstand the test and prove to be someone that was as indestructible as Terrence.
Which he had, of course. Terrence didn't even know the full extent of the injuries he'd endured since leaving Terrence's service, but he could imagine.
The offer of the wand was to put them on equal ground. He'd already gifted Anthony a weapon in the form of the Ashwinder egg, but a wand was something entirely different. Of course, Terrence also had his knives, which gave him something of an advantage. But he hadn't bothered to make the slightest move towards any of his weapons. If Anthony wanted to take him out, it wouldn't be now, and he doubted that would happen later, either.
"Good in a duel, then?" he asked conversationally. "That'll come in handy." He laughed, but he was shuddering a little at the idea of babies. "Merlin's saggy tits, the world doesn't need either of us to reproduce. Give a whole new meaning to the world 'hellspawn'."