"Maybe it's because I've been training a lot?" He chuckles softly and shakes his head. "Or maybe I have some abnormal powers." He grins amused as he talks to her in a sarcastic way. He then agrees with the fact that she has become more skilled, but that's not what he meant. He feels an eerie energy coming from her. Something unpleasant and dark. He's not used to it, that's what makes him interested. "A match would be amazing, but I don't want to rip your beautiful dress apart." His face looks rather serious, but his blue eyes are looking amused. He remembers that she never liked dresses. She's the type of girl that likes comfortable clothing that makes moving around easier. Or at least, he thinks she is. He slowly draws his sword and looks at her. "Steel or wood, madam?" He looks back at his, now drawn, sword.