Hector's pleasantly surprised when Firo doesn't pale or shy away as so many others had, though he's quick to sweep the matter aside. Should it come up again, he'd consider yielding a detail or two, but for now, a pleasant spar was to be the heart of the day. He isn't keen on tarnishing that with dark, threadbare stories of his past.

That's a habit he's been looking to break.

Spreading his hands, he nods and breathes deep, regaining his composure. "Aye. As my guest, the honor of taking the first strike is yours, Firo," he puts forth, clearly untroubled by thoughts of potential injuries.