It is a great pity, and Temeraire's interest is only making him realise just how much he's missing out here. Prizefighting is the one thing he's always been able to do; he shouldn't like to stay away from the circuit for too much longer, not when there's so little else he can honestly say he-
"Pardon?" Warsman stops, brought abruptly back out of his reverie- by a very unexpected question. It isn't as though Temeraire is especially small or thin, but he's hardly been thinking of him as boxing material. But then, he's also seen lightweight fighters do well with a similar frame, and he certainly can't fault the man his enthusiasm. A little of that, he knows, can go a long way. Part of him is worrying about the practicality of it: whether he might hurt the man, or whether he'd just make a fool of himself, or whether he'd learn anything at all.
But the other part of him, the part that can't resist the prospect of a friendly fight, is already way ahead of him.
"... I... if you'd like to learn," he answers. "I don't know how good of a teacher I would be, but I'd be happy to pass on what I can. We could always use the stables."
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"Pardon?" Warsman stops, brought abruptly back out of his reverie- by a very unexpected question. It isn't as though Temeraire is especially small or thin, but he's hardly been thinking of him as boxing material. But then, he's also seen lightweight fighters do well with a similar frame, and he certainly can't fault the man his enthusiasm. A little of that, he knows, can go a long way. Part of him is worrying about the practicality of it: whether he might hurt the man, or whether he'd just make a fool of himself, or whether he'd learn anything at all.
But the other part of him, the part that can't resist the prospect of a friendly fight, is already way ahead of him.
"... I... if you'd like to learn," he answers. "I don't know how good of a teacher I would be, but I'd be happy to pass on what I can. We could always use the stables."