As she spoke her surrender he waited for her to finish. Silently he waited and then moved his thick arms gently taking off the pressure on her body. Pulling away from her he rolled his large shoulders letting the dense bones shift around. It was a good spar, and she had fought hard, good and hard. In fact if it weren't for his dense skin, and his real combat experience. He'd be the one on the ground and in pain. He didn't respond to her question on getting to know each other better. It wasn't so much that he was choosing apathy towards her question it was merely that he was unsure of how to answer. Taking a moments pause he figured he may as well get to know the girl. She was a good sparing partner, it might be best to get to know her a little. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts his scarf shifted back into place. Taking long and deep breaths and closing his eyes. Trying to both calm himself and regain his breath as the cold bit at his exposed arms. Opening his eyes again to reveal the red lined calm white he gazed at her a moment. With another deep breath he nodded at the girl, "Alright, I know a few people, I wouldn't mind knowing, another. Friends are far and few, in this world, perhaps I could count you, as one of them?"
He stood their while he took hold of his breath. Keeping his ears open he walked to his gear. Squatting down by it he first took his coat and put it one. Putting up the hood, he reached beneath it and undid his scarf, taking it off only to wrap it around his neck and pull it up over his nose. The hood shadowing the rest of his face, leaving only his eyes to peer out from beneath it. Next was his twice as thick cold iron armour. Taking it he shouldered the pads and strapped them in place. The leather entrenching on his thick muscles, he may have to enlarge the straps soon. Taking the armour for his right arm he slapped it on, quickly doing up the buckles on the leather straps. The metal claws where attached to a glove, the armour atop it complemented the armour already attached to his arm. Becoming similar to a gauntlet. Taking his belts and strapping them on so they crossed on his waist. With everything secured he turned to the girl once more blinking at her lightly. "You requested that we, become better acquainted. How would you like to, proceed from here? Perhaps a drink at, Garth's?" His breath was back and even, his throat was the only real hindrance now.
As he reached beneath his scarf to lightly massage his throat. It had taken quite the beating in their fight. Though it hadn't been touched, his breaths of exasperated air had done him quite a bit of pain. Massaging it he turned around to face her, his hand hidden beneath his white scarf. Awaiting her answer, and her ideas. She was a peculiar girl, small, quiet and yet a fighter. Though in a way he was able to relate to her, he was large, brutish, marked, but he was also quiet, shy, and not too great with socialization. Similar, but still very different. She did remind him of a certain human with quite a bit of fighting spirit, though she was a lot more rough and tumble than the quite girl before him.