Frederick snorted gently at Kurt's mishandling of the language. It was rather cute, he thought. When asked if he was trained, he shrugged. "I can hold my own," he offered, not quite coy, but close. He actually considered himself an able swordsman, but then again, compared to people like Shatterstar he was an absolute beginner. He knew the forms, and he knew his strategy, but it didn't flow from him like it obviously did in Kurt's case. The way the German mutant moved was certainly quite appealing, he had just been thinking when Kurt swatted his buttocks with his sword for the first time.
"Whoa!" he said, a laugh startled out of him. "I usually get at least dinner before that's allowed," he joked. The smaller man was certainly keeping him on his toes. Kurt had the showy, full of flourishes style of fighting that was seen in movies. It was more like a choreography, but it was deadly efficient all the same. Add to that the fact that Scion truly wasn't dressed for this, and it wasn't his best performance. Not only that, he was a bit sword shy, because he could live without seeing blood on his hands again for the time being.
Kurt was all over the place, making Frederick feel clumsy and wooden in comparison. It didn't take long for him to figure out Kurt was toying with him, obviously the superior swordsman and gymnast to boot. "Oh, that's just unfair!" he called out, snickering at the impressive display of agility. The kid would probably give even Shatterstar a run for his money, and the redheaded bastard moved like he was triple-jointed as it was. But he took his bumps like a good lad and grinned, panting for breath when they stopped.
"Wow... you're really amazing," Frederick offered, his arm returning to its humanoid shape. He had been put through his paces, and having to keep all of his senses in the fight had made him miss the fact that his new friend was here. "Yeah, totally!" he replied to the offer of an encoure, swiftly followed by a "Huh?" He turned to see what Kurt meant and his face lit up. "Hey, Nick!"
Frederick groaned. "God, you had to show up in time to watch me get my ass handed to me," he said, but he was grinning when he spoke. What he was seeing in Nicholas' face was definitely not disappointment.
Nicholas nodded at Kurt, but made a beeline for Frederick, his steps purposeful until he was right in front of the man. They were of a height, so he could look the other in the eye, but Nick was built thicker, like a rugby player. "I'm so sorry I was late. Some of the girls took me shopping and we lost track of time," he apologized in his vague Belgian accent. "But I'm glad you didn't leave! I was afraid I would have to go down to the city and hunt you down," he added, his voice a purr as he wrapped his arms around Frederick's waist and kissed him soundly on the mouth. "And I would have."
If there was anything Nicholas wasn't, it was shy. And he clearly had no problem expressing his feelings either. Unlike a lot of his American counterparts, Nick had no qualms when it came to public displays of affection.
Frederick obviously loved the attention. He smirked at Nick's words when they came up for air, and grinned, reaching up to further tousle Nick's ever messy hair. "It's all right. I was having fun taking the rust out of my fencing moves with my buddy Kurt here. Kurt, this is Nicholas. He's new around these parts, so keep an eye on him until I find a way to convince him to let me take him away," he piped cheerfully. It never even occurred to him that Kurt might have any hangups about them kissing. Not for a second. He would frankly be shocked if anyone cared in this day and age.
"Hello," Nicholas said in his musical voice with a little wave.