Gerrard smiles a bit, a humor that is out of place twinkles behind his eyes as a smile touches the corners of his mouth. There is little doubt that emotions are at war within him, the empty space in his life, where his father died, yes the humor of letting a waif of a girl play punching bag with his hand still flickers back and forth upon his face.<br/><br/>"You're quite talented I see, but I feel I should make sure that you are aware, not all things are ever quite as they seem," his tone reinforces his posture, far too relaxed. The utter nigh inhuman calm of the moment seems to bring a sublime peace to him before it fades.<br/><br/>"Strike when you are ready," as he holds his hand, ready to take her strike.