Adair watched warily as the other took off his shirt. His grip on his blades loosened due to sweat and he had to readjust his hands a few times, all without looking away from his enemy. He didn't trust him. He most definitely did not trust him. As the man's wound started to close up, a chill ran down Adair. His eyes widened, but he didn't move or say anything. Really, this explained a lot, but it still left his brain shorting out. Just what had he gotten himself into this time? It was bound to happen, but why did he always have the find the most unusual things far out of his league to challenge?

When the man grabbed his weapon, Adair snapped out of his silence trance of watching. He pulled back as much as he could, his face reddening with anger. "Just what the fuck are you?! Who just heals like that? It's not fair!" he snapped, even though he didn't want to fight anymore. The irritated words just came out too easily. He knocked the hand on his hip away with his free blade, snarling at it. Never mind that his entire body still thrilled with the adrenaline and interest that the fought brought. It made him just a little too aware of their closeness. "Who said you could touch me!"