[Enjolras has to admit that a smile like that could give most anyone chills, however, the choice of weapon is, at least, something he's familiar with to a degree. He fenced with an absolutely insane épéeist a few times, when pushed toward a challenge. Granted, he's more familiar with foil, but this is about stretching his limits, not being comfortable, so he follows with a smile of his own, and a small salute, retrieving his own weapon there.]

Provided sabers are not entering into things just yet, [Perhaps, if he's lucky, ever; he was not really a fan] I believe that will suffice. I am told it can be less about the size and more about the motion.

[His cheeks are flushing as he says it, but Enjolras has been here long enough that the implication neither passes him by, or embarrasses him as it had when he'd first discovered innuendo.]

Ready to begin when you are.