"Well, like." Magnus fiddles with a leaf. "You know how I decided to, like, stop being Fighting Guy around the same time I decided that I was gonna be staying here? I think maybe that might've been a little, like, uh, short-sighted or whatever. So I've been trying to think of a way to, like, stay in form that..." Doesn't feel absolutely terrible and borderline insurmountable? "...is also fun? I don't know anything about dancing, though. Just, like. Killing, or whatever."