"Fake it 'till you make it, as they say?" he grins, double-tapping the rim of his glass as a hint to the bartender to refill it.

"Thanks, but you know what I mean..." Terrence almost looks downtrodden for a moment before putting on the exact same face she just describes, "Despite our session the other day, I'm no fighter. Even a prodigy such as myself couldn't pick up enough to be on a competitive level in only a day or so. And our enemies are far beyond 'competitive level', you'd agree..?"

He sounds more like he's poking fun at himself than anything.