Ezra wasn't sure whether to be suspicious or not. Or if he was trying to be lulled into a false sense of security, by this guy seemingly assuming that he would lose in a fight. Clearly he was still around, so he had to have some skills, right?
But at the same time, part of him wanted to accept. He looked torn, too. Some tiny part of him just wanted to try and look better. Look less like he'd spent about half a year underground slowly losing everything that still mattered to him, up to and including his heart and mind.
The only thing he felt like he had left was a soul, since that was what hurt so bad thinking about Emilie.
One thing he did appreciate, however, was the dwarf's admittance of not knowing why he was offering something. That he could understand.
He took a few steps closer, still looking like he might bolt, or something. "Is it really difficult?"