[ That's a lot of training. He nods as if he knew what she was referring to. ]

So you're a soldier then? That's a tricky profession. [ Or a professional fighter, but those aren't really a thing in Neverland, so it's not his first guess. He moves to follow her like this was a casual conversation between friends as they head home after a fun night. This is just how he usually networks – outside questionable bars in the sketchy part of the town. ] Did it feel like the real thing back there, in the fighting ring?