"To each his own Zen," Finn laughed, "but I do see your point. I usually feel pretty damned mellow after a good sparring session. I guess I just prefer the quiet of Tai Chi on the beach at sunset to get there, and not being so bloody exhausted my limbs turn to rubber. I will come cheer you on though? Does that count?"

He batted his eyes at Roosevelt comically, knowing that they both knew he was just teasing and strictly straight.