"Punching classes, yeah, I like that," Chuck says dryly, shaking his head. He actually can't think of anything better — even more so than specific self-defense, really — but while there are doubtless always people looking to be trained, he would rather actually do the punching than anything else. Much like would be the case if he was working as a receptionist, he probably wouldn't have the patience to teach anyone, and would instead just wind up punching any students. At least they would probably be able to learn something from it, in this hypothetical situation, but it's still not worth it. "Better than joining up here."

If his voice maybe raises just the slightest bit, he has every intention of denying it. "What I'd have to do to my hair alone, it wouldn't be worth it."