"You think I could get Braska to teach me how to do that?"
Lit using magic.
"Looks useful." Jecht's grin broadened, and Auron was reminded of the look on Jecht's face when they'd gone to the armourers to find him a sword - it was the sort of smile that had, when Auron was in charge of training other monks, been a sure sign that they shouldn't be trusted with weapons just yet. "Could probably do some real damage with it."
Auron opened his mouth, intending to remind Jecht that he was a danger to all three of them with only a sword, let alone with black magic - and made the mistake of looking at Braska. Braska was smiling faintly from beneath his hat, a smile that broadened a little as he met Auron's eyes.
"Ask him in the morning," Auron said eventually. "You might be sober enough that you won't catch fire yourself."