The dark female was calling him to ask for lessons? He grunted noncommittally, giving her a more thorough study. "Why didn't you just go to the training meeting? That's why we have them," he growled. But she hadn't gone, for whatever reason, and if she showed up next time not knowing a damn thing, it was going to seriously throw off whatever rhythm he and Daegmar might be able to force out of these classes. He squeezed his gold eyes shut, huffed noisily, then squinted at her out of his scarred eye. "Well, what do you know?" he demanded. Was she a rank beginner, or was she actually pretty good? Or did she just think she was hot stuff? She'd actually made the step to find a trainer so at least she probably wasn't too arrogant to think she needed training, so there was that. He stood impatiently, head cocked slightly to the side to facilitate seeing her out of his single open eye.
"Speech"
Hati isn't nice. He swears, he is violent, and is more than a little insane. If you can't handle what might come of that don't thread with him.