He knows it's a joke. He knows that but he still lets his chest puff out just a little. He takes a boastful stance and states, "Nowhere in the Code does it say that a Knight cannot envy. I really envied Balderich too. He had the best muttonchops. I could never pull that off." Which is why he's got a full glorious beard now instead of trying to emulate his old commander. It's nice though, to see Jack joking. He had been so serious, so controlled, when he had been strike commander. All that red tape must have taken the fun out of the man. So it's nice to see that Jack can do it now. He feels honored to be able to see it.

"Slow down? You insult me, mein freund. I will speed up! I will keep up with you, no matter what!" Just like before. Just like always. He'll always throw himself bodily into challenges like this. Things that are impossible, just to prove they weren't. He might not have always succeeded, but he was never ashamed because he had at least gotten close.

"So I will run with you. In return, you can lift with me. And we can practice. I haven't been doing arena fights because of my leg." Because Ana would surely kill him (she might for his working out like this), "So I need to keep my skills up. One day, I will beat you."