Eliot nodded, and a mile touched the corners of his mouth. He rolled his neck and tilted his head, looking up at her. "I can handle a blade, but yeah. I could use some more formal training." Hand to hand, without weapons was really his specialty. "No magic. When we spar," he reminded her. He knew she couldn't always help it, but if he kept drilling it in to her head, maybe she'd remember to control it.