Well, now, he hadn't expected that from her- although he probably should have given the blade she just had commissioned. Maybe that spark of competition he saw in her when they first met wasn't just a fluke after all. The Ninja straightens up again, suddenly looking more thoughtful again. He hasn't fought for the pleasure of it in a long time; he's always been motivated by work or loyalty or, more recently, a sense of justice but perhaps...

He adjusts his scarf with one hand, brushing it neatly back over his shoulder. "Does that mean I'll have to start addressing you as 'Lady Kodachi'?" he asked, flashing her a grin, "I'm not sure my pride as a shinobi will allow for 'mistress' or 'my lady'."