Taking the offered hand, Sam pulls himself up, teetering ever so slightly on the injured leg before balancing out "Thanks." After just testing how much weight his leg could take, Sam walks in a small circle. There's still a limp to his step, but he doesn't feel like he's about to fall over.

"So is the incentive... getting my ass kicked more in exchange for lessons?" He smiles, honestly curious. He never shied away from getting dirty or a bit roughed up if it meant he would get better.