[There was a lot going on under the surface, but after decades of keeping his emotions at bay, masking how he felt wasn't exactly difficult. If he was ruffled by the prospect of fighting his own warden, he didn't show it. Control was the issue, and as he assumed his own position on the mat, body language casual, it was clear from the analytical bent of his gaze that he was anything but. He was a professional, through and through, and he'd act as such.

He'd wait for a moment to see if Bourne wanted to make the first move, but if not, he'd throw the first punch, fast but not as fast as he could be. He wanted to test the man before actually giving it his all.]