She prompted him to elaborate as she continued looking at the training sword, perhaps holding off on her choice in case what he said next changed it. “A no holds barred spar, as they say,” he began, watching her. “Any magic or tricks you can think of using. Even that narcotic of yours, although I'd prefer it if you didn't spit on me, however tempting.”
Theo said it casually enough, but it was still crude to say, even as he smirked a little as he anticipated her reaction. His only experience with it was through saliva. He was sure she was inventive enough to stay away from hocking a loogie at him. As for his own magic, he didn't even consider it. The point was, after all, to challenge his swordsmanship and endurance, not his magical ability. He'd blow a hole in a wall with his luck, anyway.