Fyroh nodded. "Simple enough... I'm assuming you teach martial arts, correct?" he asked, having picked that up from the description of where he was going to stay. "I don't think I'd be any good at it. I've lived by the sword all of my life, it's too late to change now..." He then suddenly thought about what Joker asked of him. "Why, in paticular, would you want an intellectual conversation with me, of all people? I only know and live by the blade... Heck, I only know about fights, and just about nothing else..." He looked down, ashamed.