What's that supposed to mean, [he exclaims, sleepily sipping more coffee from his cup. Soft on the sides, he doubts that, she's just teasing him.]

I'm in peak physical condition. There isn't a scrap of fat on me.

[There is still that temptation to check for himself to make sure there is indeed, not any excess weight or anything. But he manages to stop himself from looking, to not give her the pleasure of knowing that she made him even think for a second that he might be gaining weight.]

I just want a place to keep training without having to leave the teapot. It would do you some good too. You should train with me.