Duck was Lance's complete opposite, someone whose focus wandered randomly, alighting on whatever caught his fancy. Except when it came to food, and then he was all attention.
He was aware of the appraisal, and fairly sure that Lance was entertaining some serious doubts about his ability, but it didn't bother him. Why should he get upself when it was perfectly obvious that he wasn't an athlete?
"Thank you for the advice," he smiled, ignoring the cold tone and hint of hostility, his face full of sunshine rather than hurt feelings. He didn't even bother to add that he already knew what Lance was telling him. Because he also heard the concern, and that indicated to him that Lance was Good People.
"Not really. I was just thinking about dinner," he chuckled and rubbed the back of his head, his tone slightly sheepish. "Weight training isn't really something that grabs my attention," Duck admitted with a shrug. "But I figured I should do something about getting into shape..." he poked dubiously at his soft belly and then glanced at his arms. "You know?"