He's not sure when he started sparring with you privately. A secluded area of the gardens, separate from the other knights. He was the Knight-General, who was prepared to lay down his life for the kingdom of Gotham, he shouldn't be favoring subordinates. But as your swords clash together, and he's able to catch that determined look in your eye, he realizes he doesn't want you to spar with anyone else. He needs to stop getting distracted.

"If you keep leaving your right open," He says, his voice slightly gruff from exertion. "I'm going to take advantage of it."