Thankfully Steve was a pretty hard man to hurt, so the fall brought nothing but a bit of discomfort from the warm sand grating against his skin. He offered out his hand to Henn, always figuring it was best to make good impressions with those he was going to be mock-fighting with lest the mock be dropped.
"A pleasure to meet you, Henn." He noticed the eyeing. "I really don't like putting out too many rules. I assume you have enough sense to know the line between sparring and actual fighting. If either of us needs it to stop, I assume a firm 'stop' will be enough to end the spar." Steve offered, smiling.