I was sweating profusely after the round, my hands shaking as I tried to steady myself against the floor. My opponent was already approaching me - his head was shaved, his jaw gleaming and free of stubble, a thin ribbon of blood still dangling from his nose. I stared at him and somehow managed to laugh.
"I thought we were still in training mode," I joked. "Are we going to do more than spar now?"
He didn't laugh. But he did return my smile. "Perhaps."