He had taught Kire, hadn't he? She recalled that. And having sparred with Kire to a draw, she was now far more intrigued about sparring with him. Kire grew sloppy in her unwillingness to lose. Ed, though. Ysaryn's eyes roamed back to him, his muscular form, his warrior's mind. 
That would be a treat. 

At his brazen offer, Ysaryn chuckled. "[i]Spoken like a noble man.[/i]" she teased him, genuinely considering the offer. "[i]But no. I think I will wait to see if you survive the fight.[/i]" She raised her glass in a teasing toast. 
As tempted as she was, considering she was being robbed of sleep anyway. She tilted her head to listen, but was blissfully out of range. It would be a pity if they were that fast, anyway. 
"[i]Besides, I require no humble servant. I want a warrior.[/i]"