He lifts an eyebrow at her as she makes her first taunt, her clearly not being familiar with the tactics of the Knights Dragoon. Perhaps someday she would see just how dirty his hands could get, if they remain stuck in this accursed place.

"Quite the opposite," he says, starting out with what is a fairly standard strike for her shoulder, only for her dip out of the way and provide her own jab. He soaks it against his lanky forearm, almost moving fairly quickly, especially for his size. Having seen the first of her practiced movements, he decides to go harder, abruptly shifting into a spinning kick.