His coat seemed to contain dozens of inner pockets, as well as a great deal of outer ones. He didn't work his way through the second deck, but instead started on practicing with his staff instead. He didn't charge the staff, though he could, he just went through the fluid movements of practice, moving as one would after decades of training and actual combat. He moved easily, even though his coat must have weighed him down considerably, but then he felt Lulu watching, and he paused, looking over at her with a bemused, quirky smile. "What you need, chere?"