[A true fight? That makes him call over a Mienfoo, the Mienfoo giving a bit of a snort.]
My friend, Delita, [he says... before pausing a little. He should have thought of this name better (though to be fair he thought it was a reborn monk version of his dead/not dead friend),] has an interest in hand-to-hand combat. Though he gives me a run for my Gil, we are still trying to decide who is the strongest.
[But, a little sigh.] It's little wonder we are not fully matched in battle. His fists hold power, mine only hold the tremblings of an Orator.