[Cliff grinned. Souji, please. You've been here for longer than him...shouldn't you be used to this stuff by now?]

He's just got talent, and he'd run on it too back home. Here, well. We've got the time to work on stuff.

[Like training. It wouldn't be anything like the hours and days that he spent at the dojo with Mirage, sparring and losing against her while her old man and the rest of the class watched on, but it would focus on the psychological skills that go along with training. The basics would bore Fayt at his current skill level, so their sessions were practices in creativity on Cliff's part. The old man, ever a stubborn bastard, prized any level of creativity in his students.

Cliff laughed, a little embarrassed by the suggestion.]

Nah, it doesn't need to be anything so formal. People've already got a few gigs like that 'round here, so it's pointless to add more. [Even though he had helped train youngsters in the basics from time to time, before he earned his infamy in the galaxy.] I'm just gonna keep it on a one-on-one basis. That's easier for some folks to handle.