Kyle: Lute.
Lute: Yes, sir.
Kyle: I was right about you. You've been a great help to us all.
Lute: Well, of course I have! I told you there's no one better than me!
Kyle: Magic is an incredibly powerful force, isn't it? Sturdy armor, tough hide, it makes no difference to magic. I'm in awe of it.
Lute: You're not so bad yourself. You're an incredible fighter.
Kyle: Thanks.
Lute: Have you trained a lot?
Kyle: Yep. When I was young, there was a lad I hated losing to. Every day, I trained harder and harder in hopes of defeating him.
Lute: So what happened? Did you finally beat him?
Kyle: Uh... Not as such, no. But I haven't lost to him in a while, either. We're evenly matched. I think we force one another to improve.
Lute: I see. It's always good to have someone against whom you measure yourself. Aren't you glad you have this personal adversary?
Kyle: Uh-huh. You know, I think this is the longest conversation we've had.
Lute: Really?
Kyle: Well, uh... Not to sound rude, but I didn't take you as the kind to be interested in others.
Lute: No, it's not rude at all. I just... got a little interested in you.
Kyle: I see. Keep up the good work.
Lute: Yes, sir.