"What, I'm not allowed to like swordfights with my dashing lover?" he chuckled, sliding past Alex's swipe with the kukri and lunging in to tag the other cuff button on Waverly's shirt. It was nice, he had to admit, but so was the slow striptease in the midst of sparring. But in the process of teasing so much he did lose a button himself, cracking under a skimming blow from Alex's weapon and tearing the placket of his shirt a bit.

"Is there a reason you're so eager to have me beat you at this, dear?" Ganymede asked.