Well, only if I have to. [And he's been needing to fight more often than not in recent times. Without his magic here, it's the only thing he can rely on.

He sighs, looking at the jacket, and shakes his head,] I really hope it's not cursed. Or haunted. Or the mix of it. [And thinking about it, he downs the glass of wine to the end, a bit unusual for him, but his nerves are pretty thin right now. Liquid courage?]

The proper gift would be answers, not many more questions.