Skwisgaar was very nearly bored at the first sentence of the history, but he did perk back up once they got into the actual learning of it. He was a better student than he would have been in her time, he worked intently to be in the right position, and nodded, osmosing the stance, understanding how it worked. It wasn't an uncomfortable position for him, which, in an odd spark of logic, he could understand. It was meant to be comfortable -- a warrior had to feel comfortable in their pose to feel confident -- and he rolled his shoulders before he held the sword more confidently. "Ja, hokays I thinks I got that rights." He looked up at the hooded woman, waiting for the next step.
He had never worried about asking others to teach him, when he desired to learn. It was just incredibly rare that he wanted to learn something other than guitar. And it was even more rare that he'd want to learn more after the first lesson, and that in itself would be a trial for the roadie girl to face. However, this was a circumstance that he'd never been in before. He'd have to press himself to continue, no matter how much he didn't like doing it, however boring it was or how annoying it would be having to repeat motions over, and over again. It was literally a matter of life or death.
He got a smug smile at that. Hey, something was a matter of life or death for him. Metal.