[Lorenz himself was grinning. Spars were a noble practice both to hone your own skills and to gauge the strengths or weaknesses of those considered allies. But, even he recognized that there were times in the training arena where the simple sound of good hearted laughter had it's place. Chuckling himself, pleased to have managed to best Felix of all people in a practice bout, Lorenz offered Felix a hand.]

Naturally. Would you expect less of me?

Here. Being on the ground like that isn't a good look for you, even if you do seem much better than you were a short while ago.