You’re a little embarrassed at how easily the fox outdid you. When you look up and stare him in the eyes however, Raphael is possessing of fantastic sportsmanship.
"My lady,“ the fox states delicately, "that was truly magnificent. You are a natural, I can tell.“
You stammer and are not so sure of that yourself, but the confidence carried in his voice quiets all self-doubt. Maybe you were good. Perhaps you could have beaten him in any other way, but just not yet with his weapon of choice.
"If your opponent had been any other person than me, then surely they would have succumbed to the sheer ferocity and fidelity of your offence.“ He nods reassuringly and smiles at you. "In fact, I think this might be the last of our lessons; you are now good enough to develop your style without me. There are no more I can think of...“ He pauses, then the fox turns the leather tip towards you and brushes up against you. ”...with the exception of perhaps one.“