Mondo's eyes are glued to the dude as he speaks, keeping him at the edge of his seat. He kept thinking that he couldn't do anything because he had no superpowers. But lo and behold, that isn't the case at all. Has he been making up excuses for his lack of contribution for the past event? For relying completely on his friend instead of protecting him? Was he scared? His fist balls atop his knee, teeth gritting. Damn, he's really lame. He thought he had changed quite a bit since he first came here, but he still has a long way to go, it seems.

"...You think you can show me? Not just the maneuver thing... you seem like you know your things. I've only done street fights before, so I know nothing about real combats." Holy crap, everything seriously just drops out of his mouth with such ease. Asking for a favour that would normally take him ages in most cases, happen in a quick snap. With the two of them being aware that these are all truths, he has no ways to take it all back.

He begins rubbing the back of his neck a little too vehemently, eyes swimming from direct contact. This is too big of a leap for him, but it's one that he needs. Without this tongue control, he'd probably hold back asking and probably mulled about it longer. Heck, he might even end up not asking at all.