[ He's smiling, echoing Arya's turn of phrase - oblivious to the significance - but charmed to how it sounds and adding his own turn to it as he takes his place across from her.
He tugs his arm free of his tunic, settling into a nonchalant stance; bandaged hands relaxed if a little bloody looking - seeming for all the world a if he's waiting on her - but as soon as Arya matches him in readiness he's striking out with an open palm.
Equally quick blows follow - he's apparently not about to go easy on her. ]
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[ He's smiling, echoing Arya's turn of phrase - oblivious to the significance - but charmed to how it sounds and adding his own turn to it as he takes his place across from her.
He tugs his arm free of his tunic, settling into a nonchalant stance; bandaged hands relaxed if a little bloody looking - seeming for all the world a if he's waiting on her - but as soon as Arya matches him in readiness he's striking out with an open palm.
Equally quick blows follow - he's apparently not about to go easy on her. ]