He shrugged, then turned the gesture into a rolling of the shoulders, milling in his mind how best to answer. "It be too weak ta actualleh fight wit a weapon, least ah be too weak wit it." Glancing a moment at his hands in his lap, "Gnomes be da first ta make dat spell, an deh used it fah reachin da top shelf." Snickering through grit teeth at the little joke. Either he didn't catch the intuendo, or was genuinely that nieve. likely a bit of both. Then his eyes lit up at a recollection, "Oh! I once heard der used ta be a mage noble who could wield 'is staff wit it bettah den most worriers!" Ears perked for a moment, the wilting as he caught on to the possible duel meaning... "An done... Be sayin it..." Now covering his face with one three digit hand, tiny tusks almost unseen as they poked out between fingers.<br/><br/>"So... Joo evah fight in dat arena deh be talkin bout above ground?" Slowly dropping his hand once he thought the fur hidden blush was gone, face turning to regard her, genuine curiosity glinting in his crimson eyes. One ear twitching. Now it was his turn to shift in his seat, sitting upright, rather prim and proper,  hands resting once more in his lap as he turned his body to face hers, coming to a forty five degree angle. From this new vantage point, if she looked, she could make out the sandals he had on his feet, thick leather soles tied on at the angles. And of course, by some twisted joke of the cosmos, vertically striped, purple and gold, baggy pants!<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>