I am not coming to training with the Romans. [ He can also say that, thank you, and his voice is a little more challenging than it was before, playful almost, like all the mostly aggressive banter they've had since he arrived is softened to what feels almost affectionate.

Something in his chest does a flip at the suggestion, and he blurts out-- ] Yes! [ Well that was dumb. ] I mean, yeah, you think so? What do you know about using a glaive, anyway?

[ It's not really that insulting. What is happening. ]