Let's get ready to rumble!

Tyrian's jaw very nearly fell to the ground as he caught sight of the woman answering his call. A warning nudge from Tashi jumped started his brain and caused him to blink hard and close his mouth. He, a boy who had never - not once - a day in his life been shy was suddenly struck dumb. Being smitten was an entirely new experience for him and he was at a loss at how to combat it. There was not an armor in the world that could have protected him or advice that could have spared him from the tongue-tied feeling. She was going to want a response but for the life of him Tyrian couldn't remember how his mouth worked or how words were formed.

"Uh..." He swallowed hard and for reasons unknown that seemed to help grease the gears in his mind. Slowly things began to turn and semi articulate words began to flow. "Oh, um...yes, yes of course!" Tyrian swallowed again. "My name's Tyrian and it..." He lifted his chin and attempted to convey both maturity and confidence, neither of which were things he was feeling in that moment. "It would be my pleasure to share this spar with you."

He was going to do his best to be a gentleman here. According to his father that was a good way to get the attention of girls and while many of the old man's ways were questionable it was worth a shot. Even though Luta was older than him and likely on an entirely different playing field, Tyrian very much wished to earn the attention of the beautiful woman. He knew not what he wanted and would happily settle for scraps. "The first move is yours."