[Those eyes remain firmly in Conrad's mind even as Kaname is no longer visible, the image stronger each time he can feel Kaname teasing him with those touches. Every touch is followed by a swing of his sword, his nerves singing with anticipation of the next as he waits. Soon it's as though he can feel Kaname's approach; not physically, but with his senses stretched so far he can only trust them.]
[His last blind swing feels no different than the rest, but as Kaname pauses Conrad's eyes are torn from his by the thin line on his cheek. Conrad smiles at the victory around his harsh breaths, sword lowering for the moment as the exhaustion of overextending himself catches up to him. He doesn't let himself collapse though, not when he's finally succeeded and Kaname's giving him a glimpse of approval.]
Your... [breathe, breathe.] workout is formidable. [Conrad looks pleased with himself, however. He doesn't mind failing as long as it makes him stronger, a bit more able to protect Yuuri.]