"Haha, well, thank you, Mr. Wolf, but I can only pass the compliment along to my teachers and my family, where any credit belongs. In particular, my grandfather started me on martial arts from a young age, so I certainly look forward to your lessons."

He smiles quite sincerely at that statement--then pauses momentarily at Bigby's question. He's not especially shy about it, but he's honestly never met someone he had reason to trust, but who didn't already know. Perhaps all too well.

"...ah... well. Here, the short form."

Ahem. He holds his right hand out--away from any combustibles--palm-up, and with a crackling hum and a actinic flash, a coruscating, violet aura flares above his hand, before congealing into an almost solid-looking sphere. It hovers above his palm, shimmering placidly save for the occasional arc across its surface, almost like a tiny purple sun, about the size of a tennis ball.