[i]Remy was gentle and soft with the patting, but, yeah, metal would be uncomfortable. So, when Octavia pushed his hand away, he moved it back to his side, the hand clenching and then relaxing once more, the metal on his knuckles popping, while the leather crunched, yet his hand remaining there. Anyway, rather than answer with words, he moved a good five steps back, each one massive, as would be fitting of his size, with his lengthy legs. His left hand now moved to its brother, joining it on the soft leather-wrapped cruciform of his greatsword, right below the right hand.[/i] "I think training for a little bit wouldn't hurt. Get this.. frustration that she-- [i]He paused for just a split second, his helmeted head gesturing to where Eliza had walked off to.[/i] "--caused to build up out, you know? Plus, I don't think we've ever actually sparred.."