Brendan began on his second piece of pizza and shrugged off Katsuhiko's critique. "What can I say?" he responded in a matter-of-fact tone, "It's what I like to do." He shot Katsuhiko a happy-go-lucky smirk and gestured to the sword at his feet. "It's just the same with you and your fencing, right? Me? I'd scarcely know which end to hold." He laughed at his own shameless admission.<br/><br/>"And as a matter of fact," Brendan sniffed, holding one finger in the air empircally. "I<em>have</em>read a number of books on girls. I just... haven't had a chance to apply the knowledge yet...." The finger went down, a small bit of red spread across freckled face and he promptly shoved the rest of his slice of pizza in his mouth - figuring it would be better than his foot.