It's the last great adventure left to mankind!

"Sure I can't coax you out for a spar or two, Masha?"

Minoth was grinning in a way that displayed completely how too-wise-and-soft-for-his-apparent-age he was. He knew, surely, that House Cassini didn't treat sparring as a universal activity for pseudo-recreational enjoyment; rather, there were those among the house that took to it, and those that didn't, and those who chose differently from day to day - this was Lady Masha, of course.

"Can't help being curious," he prodded, still alight with that avuncular mood. To him, fighting was art.

All theatrical poses and dancer's flair...she supposed she agreed, on occasion.