"Ha!" he cheers after that small sweet little kiss. He won't demand that this shy young man do more or try harder. That's enough for him. "I will fight my best and return to you in victory!" He picks up the hammer and heads to where the other crusaders are training.

Of course, the cameramen are going to be there too. They're going to snap pictures throughout the spar. A spar that is quite loudly energetic. Reinhardt is definitely a force to be reckoned with. His voice echoes loudly as he laughs through the crush of metal and flesh and flashy fire strikes and ground shaking Earthshatters. He's having the time of his life. It's pretty clear though that he's showing off for his guest. The showboating will cost him when Balderich steps into the arena with his golden armor and knocks him out of the ring in just one charge.

"Stop messing around. And after, take a shower and get that makeup on. We have a schedule." Then the commander is walking away, every inch a "king" while Reinhardt smiles after him in a sort of dreamy state before he realizes that he's still got his guest.

"Well, I guess he told me. Did you enjoy it though? Seeing the Crusaders in action, my young friend."