Marc smiled and gave a hearty chuckle at being called sensei, even if it was a joke it still felt pretty good. Marc headed out the door Paris close behind. As they got into the elevator, Marc turned to Paris and looked at him, with just a small flash of intensity behind his eyes. He said, "If you're really serious about this I'm not going to lie, I'm going to push you farther than you thought you could be. It won't be easy, but when I'm done with you, you'll be a mean fighting machine. Who knows, you might even last a few rounds against me!" Marc winked to let him know he was kidding. He wasn't that arrogant. 
Marc hadn't lost a fight, ever, but he always knew he might eventually. He also had never had to use his full reaction speed. The fastest ever was only two times, he had never explored three times. He wanted to, but it would take the fun out of fighting for him. Without a challenge he felt like nothing. That was his biggest fault, something new always had to be there or else he felt it was pointless. 
As the elevator continued down, Marc jumped lightly on the balls of his feet a few times testing if he was properly stretched. Then, the door opened and they headed throughout the main lobby and out to the parking lot, and there sat Marc's second pride and joy. His gleaming impala. He opened the door, sat down in the drivers and turned on the car, roaring to life. [i] Hell ya[/i], he thought. He was always pumped for a workout, and this was no different.