Miroku just grinned at the elder man. He actually thought that they would keep on sparring until the other went down, thus his posture to parry and strike. But it didn't seem like it. He then sheathed his swords and then shrugged before whistling and then leaving the center ground and then sat down. He didn't take offense to what the guy said, why would he? But seriously, he expected a more... lengthy fight than that.