Marc turned and faced the small young lady. What kind I martial arts did he do? He couldn't remember them all, 6 main martial arts were what he did, but the names he always forgot. Pride swelled in his throat, but he kept it calm and said, "Well I do six, five ive mastered, one I'm learning. The five I'm not learning I'm considered the world wide master of, but I hate telling people that, this is strictly for informative purposes. If either of you want, if be happy to help you with any training you'd like. I'm really good at gymnastics, martial arts, anything along those sort of lines. I'm always learning though, so I can keep teaching."
He hoped that was an adequate explanation, it'd come to him either way. He looked at her, she was cute, but not his type, it wasn't the shortness, he didn't care about that, timidness wasn't big to him, but she seemed nice, he'd try to be a friend. 
"Anyway, I hope we can be friends... I'm sorry, but I'm not familiar with your name, what is it?"