He didn't twirl his blade or do anything showy. A true swordsman didn't need to show off, he thought to himself. Then again, the idea that this young boy could be considered a 'true swordsman' at his age was simply ridiculous. If anything, he seemed like a youth playing pretend. Unfortunately, the sword he held was not merely a toy.
Jack's eyes followed Rufio, waiting patiently for the correct moment to disarm him.
"I don't have any gold," he said. "As far as I know, most people in the City don't carry a whole lot of gold with them. But if you're hungry, I'd be glad to buy you lunch."
He assumed that, judging by the state of the boy and his clothes, he wasn't exactly well fed and was possibly even homeless. He certainly hoped not, but if that was the case, he could only hope that he would be able to get through to him and hopefully get him to agree to go into one of the foster homes available within the City.