*He arches a bushy eyebrow at the way the sword floats through the air.* Then these creatures have such magic of their own... how magnificent.

*In the next moment, he snatches the hilt of the sword, casting off its wrapping with a swift flick of his wrist, and he holds it up to the moonlight, hefting its weight in his hand.* What superb craftsmanship! The artisans of Rome must have been great indeed.

I mean to test this blade now, Saber. You and your companions ought to stand aside.