"I wouldn't dream of beating you up. Not in my nature. This is a spar, not actual combat..."

He's already acquired a pair of tonfa and is languidly stretching over one one side of the mats. This is reminding him a lot of how it was like for him when he was a teen, though.

When he's done stretching, he takes his stance, feet apart, one arm low and behind his back. The other whips the longer end of the tonfa forward and holds his arm bent at the elbow.

"Ready when you are, Sophie."