"You're not here to lecture me, too, are you?" He raised an...well it wasn't really an eyebrow. It's possible he didn't even have any under the bandana, but it was an eyebrow muscle, moving the mask in a way to suggest he would've been raising one if he had it.

"Because I am done with all of that 'this is about your pride,' 'you don't have anything to prove' horse hockey."

Not finished his workout, he twirled his sais in his hands dropped to the floor, doing pushups with the handles, the pointed ends pressed dangerously against his forearms.

"It's not like I have a death wish and everything went fine."

You know, bandaged arm (with a ninja bandaid over the bandage) aside.