[He raises an eyebrow at the fog... not that you could see it under his mask. He waves a dismissive hand, "accidentally" knocking over another piece of useless crap.]
Eh, sparring loses its charm when you've gotta hold back.
[He pauses. Oh, hey, he was complimented... sort of.]
DON'T ANALYZE MY INSULTS!
Eh, sparring loses its charm when you've gotta hold back.
[He pauses. Oh, hey, he was complimented... sort of.]
And, hey, thanks. You're not so bad, yourself.