" Oh you say that like I get distracted all the tii...." His head turns, his mouth still open as he watches a particularly attractive female fighter walking past. " mmmmeee what was I saying, again?" He turns his head back. " But anyway... I should be able to hold my own." He grins.<br/><br/>The young man is slightly shorter, and a bit broader than House, dressed in a loose black suit, quietly whistling his little classical tune, tapping his feet to establish the beat in his mind.