The pleasure is mine.

[Although his completely deadpan voice and the way his eyebrow twitches probably contradicts the sentiment. He can think of a hundred comebacks to that but he's starting to think none of them are even worth half the effort it would take to breathe them out, so instead he walks away, giving a casual wave over his shoulder as he taps his spear against the other.]

Maybe I'll see you around. Try not to trip on those nice robes of yours if you decide to spar some more.