He shrugged at the man's regard, dismissing the words with a wave of the hand. Nothing exceedingly special about it, they'd both been carefully handicapped. Sanzo by the lack of his weapons and Sydney by an unwillingness to *use* his arsenal.
A true battle between either of them would be over much faster, louder, and probably from a bit of a distance.
Still, it was nice to be appreciated. At Sanzo's words he merely chuckled, a soundless, shaking of the chest and dancing of the eyes. Plate had it's uses. It weighed a body in the river well enough.