Upon hearing Erin's pigeon remark, Lucky, if it were possible that such beings could do so, turned his head and glared a mix of predatory curiosity and boredom, but perhaps that was all in Oscar's head, regardless after a moment the bird once again got hungry and nibbled a bit of fried chicken skin from Oscar's fingers. Oscar for his part, was thoroughly enjoying his food and the conversation equally. The food was simple, yet delicious, and the conversation was stimulating, a perfect match, and, before adding his own part to the dialogue, sat up fully, closed his eyes, and savored the moment as he felt the succulent meat of the chicken slide down his throat and into his stomach. Afterward, Oscar reopened his eyes and expressed his thoughts on the matter proposed.

"I've actually been meaning to find such a few people, regulars to go and train in the arena with, so you'll get no arguments out of me on that score" Oscar smiled as he said this and took another bite before continuing "besides bro" he said, addressing Peter as he did, his voice calming the bird on his shoulder, "That's the point of the Arena, to practice, to spar, to go head to head, to try your hardest, to give it your all, to use every bit of strength and will that you have so that you can learn the true depths of your own well of skill and ability, and ultimately to lose, to fall hard, right on that pretty-boy face of yours, no offense meant, because you're sparring against someone who's ultimately better than you, but you keep trying, because you know you are slowly getting better at whatever it is you are getting your ass handed to you in, and eventually you try again, and you lose again, and so you try again and again and again until eventually you surprise even yourself with how much you can do" Oz's eyes misted over as he said this, and he stared into space for awhile, caught up in the beauty, before eventually regaining his compsure and continuing "and I imagine it would be extremely hard to efficiently complete this process without someone, or a few someones, there to help you out." Oscar turned, taking a sip of some water he had poured himself, and addressed Adam as he continued "That having been said, I appreciate your offer, and would definitely appreciate some help re-training Lucky, he still favors one of his wings from an accident awhile ago. If you want, I could pay you in hand-to-hand lessons, not an overly greek sport, I know, but It's one of the few things I do well in this world, that and driving chariots" Oscar took a breath and enjoyed a little more Mashed potatoes and Chicken as he finished his, rather winded if he was honest with himself, bit of speech.