Mithias didn't mind being looked over. Not that he could do anything about it, really, but he was what he was, and he had long ago made peace with himself. He tilted his head, knowing exactly how he would answer that question, but curious as to Tsukune's response. "I'd fight for love." He stated, idly playing with a pencil that mysteriously appeared in his right hand. "I don't mean that I would fight for a woman or for family. I mean a broader love, all of love, its existence and preservation. It is 'the reason,' and it is... everything." Mithias seemed content. He added with a casual shrug, "It is what my life is for."