[Conrad holds his breath as Kaname is suddenly against him, blood-red eyes staring down at him and hot breath against his lips. His sword is useless had he the mind to use it but sparring is the last thing on his mind with Kaname's weight against his chest. His expression fading into one of surprise and then inquiry and he parts his lips, though not sure what he'll ask. He's so close that Conrad's mind struggles against the hazy pull of Kaname's charm.]
[A rush of cool air is around him as Kaname moves; a relief, actually, since another few moments may have sent his ears falling away which would have been too humiliating for words. He smiles, calming himself as his free hand slides into Kaname's.] It will take a great deal of practice before I can best you...if it's even possible. [referring equally to swordplay and... otherwise.]