[That certainly pulls him out of his thoughts and sets him onto some new ones. He allows his head to tip with the weight of his thinking.

He flexes his gloved hand as he thinks about that.]

I can...imagine a weapon...

[He starts to turn his wrist a little.]

Yes...There's the muscle memory you had mentioned before. I can imagine a weapon and perhaps some sort of magic. I'm not entirely sure of what, however. I would need to test it out, I suppose.