Garrot absolutely notices that jaded tone; it reminds him of his kids being on their bullshit again, and it's got him pouting. At least until Luka starts asking about fighting, that is.

"Princess, I'm over seven feet tall." Barely, but still. But then he remembers that Luka is blind, and his height's not obvious. "Seriously, be a human ruler and reach up here, you'll understand." Just plap your hand right onto his loud face, Luka. He doesn't exactly wait around though.

"Of course I'm bigger and taller than all of the other masters of the martial arts." He makes the assertion sound utterly plain. "But that means my head is harder to hit, and I have crazy reach." He nods, sounding downright scholarly. "So they have to be fast enough and clever enough to outsmart me. Which is difficult..." He suddenly... stifles a laugh. A mean cackle, even.

"When half of them stumble as soon as I make a pass at them." Garrot, please, why do you sound shameless and proud and utterly earnest about that?!