Willing to keep early hours... he almost laughs, and it eases quite a bit of the tension out of his face, allowing a little smirk to take up residence there. "Is there any better way to know a soldier's capability than to fight him?" he asks lightly. "I'm very capable with a sword and hand-to-hand, but I'm best in a mobile suit," not that he expected to find one all the way out here, let alone two.

"And if you think you can handle sparring twice a day, you're certainly welcome to try," he's not trying to be a smug little bastard, it's just that his fighting skill is his most prized attribute.