Isei took undeniable pleasure in schooling others, yes. After a long life of dedication to his craft, nevermind the constant and undeniable application of his skills, he felt he had more than earned the right to be critical where he felt appropiate. He never did so in a wholly malicious manner, however, even if he might seem blunt or downright cruel at times. He sought, in his way, to help others better themselves and while he had purposely needled Jasper to this end he took no delight in watching whatever it was that happened to her. Clearly, the problems here ran deeper than ego and a bad temper accompanying a strong body.

Sighing and shaking his head, he pushed himself back to his feet. Gone were any signs of playfulness to him as he approached the visibly drained woman. Knocking someone down a peg was fine and all, as was teaching the value of keeping calm and focusing the mind, but whoever this was they needed it more than anyone he had ever met. No one should be at a literal risk of losing themselves in such a manner. Isei stood a respectable distance away from Jasper and brought his fist to his vertical palm as a sign of respect. He looked at the gem dead in the eye, and his steely expression held neither pity nor contempt.

"I am Isei, a martial artist", he said with a slight bow. He had a couple of titles to him but it wasn't like they were of much use here, where no one knew who he was. "I believe you can be better and I believe I can help you, but I can only do that if you'll let me". He smiled at Jasper, the warm smile of one who has nurtured and guided others through the trials of life before, and offered her his hand. "Given the situation, I don't think I heard your name".

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