<div class="floatleft">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2015/056/6/f/jiroph_by_pixeldust86-d8jjoji.jpg)</div>Jiroph merely looked at the water with a small smile. No matter what, he couldn't be too serious. Perhaps, if she wasn't as confident as she was. She wasn't nervous or even fazed by him. Not only that but she shared something from her own story so willingly, something that was typically hidden. If she could trust him then he could put at least a little faith in her. At her comment he gave a low chuckle, the sound almost foreign to his own ears and said,<strong>"You're quite infectious."</strong>But as she mentioned staying sharp he instantly bristled up, eyes open and up instead of towards the water. When she whipped around he had nearly kicked her square in the side of the head.<br/><br/>His eyes had stopped him before his leg left the water and his hands left the rim of the tub to his face, acting as a shield to keep the suds off of him.<strong>"Agh!"</strong>Jiroph shouted as he still got a good douse over his head and demeanor, which had just turned serious. He was beginning to wipe off the bubbles from his eyes so he could see clearly when another chuckle came from him, but this one much more audible, as well as visible. His shoulders shook mirth as he finally cleaned off the important parts of his face before throwing his head back and running his hands through his hair to get the water all throughout it. His eyes just opened to watch her, this time with what might be imagined as a fire behind them. She was just what he needed to go back to the arena without the will to give up his next fight.