Frisk listens intently to Chara's advice. Admittedly, Papyrus wasn't really the best person to learn how to fight with even discounting the whole "might accidentally stab my best friend to death haha whoops" factor, as he didn't really have the knack either. Well, he did, it was just he always holds back the way Frisk does. Plus none of the jobs he was confident enough with to take into the field were conducive to one on one sparring.

"Yeah. I guess that tangling in the underground taught me the opposite of that, really: the key to winning was getting into my opponent's head and figuring out what made them tick, and that requires a lot of empathy. Which is, like, the exactly what I don't need to do if I ever want to fight back effectively." They shake their head, letting out a puff of air. "So I'll gladly take you up on that. Once you've got your stats up to snuff, at least, it'd just be plain unfair if I went at you the way I am now while you barely have a handle on your job, combat experience or not."