[Zhao had his saber in hand, moving through a few low-key practice swings to limber up when Majima strode in with his quip on his lips. The line caused Zhao to smile and chuckle briefly as he turned towards the other man. His eyes darted over the other's physique automatically upon seeing him ready for a spar. Brave man to walk into a blade fight with no protection. Then again, their kind didn't usually have time to don armor before a fight broke out.

Zhao wondered if he should be more careful with his clothes--his leather jacket in particular since it was a luxury item and might be harder to replace while stuck here. But his mind was set on "don't get cut" and the power (folly) of youth to think one could pull it off. Yet this was normal for him, fighting in his street clothes had become a regular thing, and he thought nothing of it. Even if this opponent was a rather good one. Surely Majima would already be a decent fighter, even faster and stronger than his older self considering he was in his prime now... but did he have the experience to keep up? Zhao was about to find out.]

Hmmn, I did say I was all yours... but you're gonna have to earn this piece of meat before you can bite into it today, Majima-kun. Ready when you are~.