"Want to be a mage?" he'd repeat her words before nonchalantly laughing them off, "Oh no, I don't want to be a mage I want to be a fighter! Or well, a martial artist maybe? I don't know what to call it... I guess we can call it a merge between the two? Martial arts mage." he nodded, "I mean I have magic, so you're mostly right."
There was some agreement in his voice, but he mostly shook off the idea of being a mage, he wanted to be a pacifist and someone who studied in marital arts having magic was just a bonus for him nothing more, nothing else from a thing that he just so happened to have. Then again having magic helped him out a lot down the line, had it not been for his magic or his wolf abilities he probably would be a dead man right about now. His magic gave him the will to fight after all, without it he'd be a goner sitting alone as he listened to the Demon lord's every word.
Speaking of the Demon Lord Asmodeus, there was a familiarity in this girl that he had known with the lust filled entity. Liana reminded him of Esperia, she seemed innocent, but at this point in his stay in Crocus he knew better than to judge a book by its cover for all he knew this girl could have been a demon lord too and that would have been bad news for him if it was one of the few that betrayed the Lord of Lust.
With a smile on his face, he looked at the girl and clenched a fist, "Yeah, training, or well, my kind of training." he nodded to her, "Last time I did it with a friend of mine, and we ended up blowing a hole in the roof of my old barracks, if you're interested we can probably do it too~"
There was a certain innocence in his words, but there was also a certain pervertedness to them aswell. Fenrir lacked a fair sense of wrong and right when it came to things like 'slurping noodles,' but he did sort of know what the act was thanks to his windy friend and the angry girl. Though, the training part was more obscene than the little elf thought.
"Then when we're done we'll go out for noodles~"