Taking another pair of gloves, Nakahiro pulled them onto his hands, and moved over to one of the corners of the room to take off anything that would get into his way during training - and thus, his blazer, the leather glove, and his sunglasses ended on the floor. "That's true. We don't go for the soft spots on purpose. That, though, doesn't mean we don't have to guard them. If an opening is noticed, it will be used." he mentioned quietly, and with a couple of long steps returned back onto his spot, in front of Isana.<br/><br/>At her mention of talking trash and taunting, he only sighed. Cracking his knuckles, he gave her a disappointed look. "Not like that would change anything." His disregard for that kind of methods was more than apparent. He bowed his head to her, watching every movement of her muscles that would give away her next move, while carefully shifting into a stance ready to both defend himself and strike back.<br/><br/>"After you. Call me old-fashioned, but I refuse to attack a woman first, even though it puts me at a disadvantage." he spoke. To put manners before safety was dangerous, but this was Isana, not the Kira werewolf or some other Nocturne that wouldn't hesitate killing him at the first chance.