[A bloody good fight and the heady adrenaline rush that accompanies it is something he enjoys nearly on par with carnal pleasures. But he has undergone his share of gauntlets and trials and is far from willing to battle for a gleeful, hungry audience. To do so is to make himself something cheap and disposable, little more than the evening’s entertainment.

He fights for himself alone.]

'tis you whom I would volunteer. Why simply watch when you could be in the midst of battle itself, thrumming with life as you dance with death? [A suggestion readily put forth and in a tone so light and gently amused.] I cannot imagine what might be more entertaining for you.