He wasn't a bad pupil, when he wanted to learn. And even though he couldn't get the same wind that he'd had when he first arrived. He was, however, very glad to be working out, doing something he enjoyed to learn. And she knew how to keep his attention on the aspects of swordplay he liked - the killy part.
He hadn't jumped ahead mentally. He was just interested in the guards, he didn't realize that they were going to be useful somewhere.
He looked at the roadie once they had gotten to the moat and he held his guard, brow raised, "Hn, you is vurygood at a swords work." He stood up then, back straight, head tilted slightly to one side. "You is dat roadies dats is eats peoples, ain'ts you? You eats dat guys finger? I is suppose you knows on how to swordsplay good aforcause you has eats on a brain or two." He rolled his shoulders and neck.