[ he's going to touch the back of his hand, look over those symbols that are just bursting with white energy as he tries to settle it--it's like the worst on-set case of arthritis, aching along the back of his hand but slowly fading.

He lifts his eyes up to look at the other. ...he had missed the class as part of Gil's chant--he was far more focused on making sure he said it right, focusing on pronunciation more than the actual words. Being that English isn't his first language, he's only now catching up with thoughts. ]

...Hm. I am not sure if 'throwing things' should count as an 'Archer' but I suppose it's as close as you could get. I would have assumed 'Saber', but... [ maybe it's best he was archer--the drain on his magic was going to be hard enough. ]

I will make you a promise. As it stands.

I am aware of these--command seals, and what they mean.
But I will not be using them unless it is under extreme duress and an emergency requiring it on pain of death.