(Faolin: -mocks- "...since Faolin was created to fight..."
That's not true! I do . . . other things, too
Faolin put one hand up to as if to say "I'm not gonna say anything . . .", although he continued to smile to himself. Well, he wasn't going to say anything mean, anyways. He was, invariably, going to open his mouth. At the moment, though, he had nothing to say. Perhaps later.
He flashed a look over at Nora, raising an eyebrow at her. It was a bit strange, really, how she had suddenly shown so much interest in the fight, as if she was keen on taking it and filing it away for her own use. What that use would be, he had no idea, but it likely had something to do with fighting (duh), along with some sort of teaching. But he had no idea about the second one.