Oh I can be quite challenging, if that's what you really want, but we should hold off on that for the time being. This is neither the time nor place to play those games.


[His smile was sharp as he started up the stairs, climbing them easily until they reached the correct floor. Laurent lead the way to the room he was currently sharing, pausing for a moment to listen before opening the door. Thankfully it was empty when he entered and his things still appeared to be in place, not that he had much. Laurent pointed at the bed after retrieving the small medical pouch he had, lifting a brow.]


Sit. And remove your shirt. As for the lessons, I don't expect them to be free. Only a fool would consider a minor wound treatment worth that kind of effort. I assumed we'd discuss payment in private rather than on the street. If you feel light-headed, speak up. I'd rather avoid you knocking yourself out by falling off the bed.


[Laurent actually knew at least one man who would offer a lifetime of lessons for a single bandage, but Vash was an anomaly, not the rule. Sensible people expected an equal value when they gave something, whether property or time. As long as Ash didn't ask for something beyond his ability, he'd hopefully end up with a personal trainer.]