[ Crowley examines the practice sword once it's handed to him, taking a few more steps inside the room before laughing. ]

When I was the one who suggested a match? I'd certainly be a waste of a man to do that sort of thing, prince or not.

[ Prince. The word always sounded so forced not even from individuals such as Kanda, but from himself and other members of the Nine too; his features remained gentle in comparison to the man ahead of him, those thoughts keeping that pleasant smile on his face. ]

So let's not go easy on each other, hm?