[ Luckily, he's swallowed his sip of drink before she mentions the fighting. Since then he's laughing a bit, smile somewhere between genuine and wolfish. He holds the bottle out for her, passing it back. ]

Trust me, you'll be the first to know. Front row seats and everything.

[ Though, here's a thought: ]

Actually, how good's your strength control? If it's possible, I'm not gonna say no to a friendly spar.