[There's more at play here than simple training. Conrad's face is focused, true, but not in the serious way that he uses when training his men back home. He's the hunter at first glance but he's understood almost from the beginning that he was truly the prey. And somehow, he doesn't mind.]
[Kaname's hand on his chest brings that into clear focus -- it's a game. Conrad smirks, twisting to swipe at Kaname where he stands at Conrad's side. Whether he hits right now isn't important; he just needs to get faster, closer. To feel Kaname's eyes on him and strike before he could think it. Closer.]