His fingertips brushed slowly across Amisi's stomach, even as he verbally sparred with Moire. He could tell the redhead was not going to be placated with words, which was fine. He had dealt with angry people his entire life. One more would not be that much of a challenge. "Up and coming," he said, the derision obvious in his voice. "You don't say. Excuse me, dear." He helped Amisi slide away from him as he moved to stand to his feet, sliding out of his jacket, so he was just in the loose tunic and trousers. "Your city might take offense if I were to kill the tribute they sent to me, so you'll forgive me if I require that we do this bare handed."<br/><br/>His demeanor was calm, controlled, completely unlike the rage Moire was in right now, which he expected would be her downfall. Of course, it also would not help that she was purely an academic fighter, whereas he had several campaigns beneath his belt. It was easy to be cocky and overconfident before setting foot on a real battlefield. Schools were predictable environments, full of rules and formalities, whereas a real battlefield had no such thing. Instead, there was only one rule - survive, and he had been at that a long time. His posture shifted, adopting a fighting stance he was certain she'd never seen before. "On your own time."<br/><br/>He could tell the serenity with which he spoke to her, even being challenged, was going to upset her and make her even more upset, which was part of his aim. But she wanted a lesson, and he would provide.