Jack hadn't had a good sword fight since arriving in the City. For that matter, since he'd been made king those who used to spar with him seemed afraid to give it their all. As if he'd suddenly turn into his mother and demand beheadings if someone dared to give him a challenging swordfight or even beat him.
So it was liberating to fight against someone who could match him blow for blow, even if he was still trying to hold back for fear of causing harm to the boy.
"A pan?" he asked, frowning, distracted for just a second. "And I suppose the pot is around here somewhere?"