Unable to help himself, he runs gloved fingers across the center of the blade, amazed as how smooth it is when it really appears to be a hunk of whittled ice.

"I've never seen its like before," he remarks, before putting his hand on the pommel of his sword, safely tucked into its scabbard. "It puts mine to shame!" His sword is Antivan made, highly decorated with volcanic aurum that resembles gold but is, of course, much stronger. It's the typical sword a nobleman would be given, but it has no name and no long history in the family. Julian isn't that attached to it, or his shield for that matter. "Very unique looking and it has a story behind how you got it."

His eyes take note of the green glow and he frowns slightly, the look altogether foreign on his face.

"I have heard of this, but had yet to see someone affected until now." He figures she's probably been asked Does it hurt? a thousand times, so he instead tries to lighten the mood.

"At least you don't need to light a candle if you need the chamberpot in the middle of the night, eh?"