[And the last thing that Connor would want is for Arenvald to become distracted by his commentary and be injured on his account. It’s enough to instill quiet in him, as he only nods in reply — and after that, he only observes.

And Arenvald, even to an eye not as analytical as Connor’s, is obviously good. He swings the blade with purpose, with the completeness of confidence behind each swipe. The dummies seem to be adjusted to account for skill level, and in conjunction with his friend, they put on quite a show for the android to watch. Steel in the air, shield reflecting blows. Footwork that’s steady (holding his ground, just as he had surmised), but quick enough to maneuver around his opponent until it’s less of a practice session and more like a dance.

He’s talented, inordinately so — he’d be good in a fight, even if he was stripped of his sword. But as in all things, his friend is humble, and so it’s not particularly surprising that Connor is now learning of the extent of his talents until just now.]

You’re very good,— [He starts as his friend settles next to him, and Connor leans forward in a curious, eager sort of way. Having held back his questions until Arenvald takes his seat, it’s hard to keep them stilled on his tongue now.] —probably one of the most talented I’ve seen with a blade since I’ve been here.

[Not flattery. Just truth.]

And faster than I had expected, too. I'm impressed. Is this your usual routine, or did you change it because you knew you had an audience?