After calling back his main and slipping the ball back onto his belt loops. Huffing and brushing a hand through his hair in satisfaction at his newly made victory as he grinned at his defeated opponent. Both your style of fighting and appearance harkened back to his own in a loose sense and he couldn't help but see that you seemed familiar "I mean, you aren't terrible." He chided with a grin as he looked you over again and asked "Where'd you say you were from again?"