[Valmont mirrors Iroh's stance, pressing his knuckles lightly into his palm to return the customary bow. It's a gesture he's not performed in some time, since he stopped formally competing in martial arts tournaments, but unsurprisingly perhaps it's remained second nature to him. He assumes a loose fighting stance, and waits for the warden to begin.

He doesn't really intend on opening the full can of whoop ass which he's quite certain he possesses on a man who must be twice his age, but he's still looking forward to a little friendly practice.]