Paris watching the boy for a moment, taking in his words. Asses how physically fit he was? Paris had to admit, the guy probably wasn't going to be very impressed with Paris. Paris had a long way to go before he would even begin to consider himself physically fit. He was a healer, it wasn't like he was meant for combat anyway. Paris straighten up with a small smile on his face. [b]"Sure. I'm willing to try. Just prepare yourself for disappointment."[/b] He told Marc before turning to his things. He grabbed his tennis shoes and a pair of shorts and went into the bathroom to change. As quick as he was in, he came out, shoes and shorts on. [b]"Alright. After you, Sensei."[/b] He told him, winking. 

He was never the strongest so maybe it would do him some good to build up his endurance. He'd always had life so easy. He knew how to bandage himself up pretty well but healing others had always come so naturally to him even before he started gaining his powers. He chuckled. Then it just became even easier. He'd often considered himself a guardian angel, gifted with the power to watch over his friends and loved ones. He chuckled again. Maybe he'd become a masked vigilante. But... what would his name be? The Guardian? Hmm... Sounds nice. Maybe he could actually do that. Build up a secret identity and start... healing random people on the streets. It was a bit laughable but he still... considered it. It wouldn't be hard... He'd just have to get a ways from the school, into the city and watch over the city. A modern day Batman... Well, almost.