"Of course I do," he replied, as honestly as he'd done anything else; Ganymede parried back the swipe Alex took at him and deftly sprang back to just outside the shorter weapon's range. He knew a little more solidly what Alexander needed to work on and what he very definitely still had, and lethality was falling quite firmly in the latter category.

"You're still bloody dangerous, I wouldn't worry about it overmuch in casual combat," he chuckled. "It just doesn't help you that I've been doing it since before you were in short pants." Ganymede did love to tease, especially in what most men took for stoic and silent activities: he'd never understood where the English came by the notion that single combat wasn't filled with terrible hurled insults to distract your opponent, and he did not subscribe to the theory of honorable combat at all. It so very rarely was.