[Conrad smiles, the comforting rhythm of swords clashing making him feel remarkably at ease. His body moves fluidly, parrying the attacks and issuing his own as necessary. His eyes are lit as well, having missed the joy of sparring with an able opponent.]
I could say the same of you, Ashura, but I expected no less.
[Conrad steps back, still in a defensive poise but holding, for the moment.] Shall we continue?