[Jonathan, perhaps impossibly, seems to smile yet even wider when Sherlock says that- following along like a great excitable shepherd dog, deceptively docile and eager in appearance. There can be no doubt after all, that once he's in the ring it'll be a bout for the ages, even if they're treating it as a mere spar.

Eyes trailing briefly over the practicing humans, he's quick to follow after Sherlock, pausing only when he realizes a somewhat important matter.] Oh-

Sherlock, is there going to be equipment I can actually wear though? I assume we're to use gloves of some sort after all.

[Or perhaps wrappings? Those count.]