[He just grins, his usual, charming, I-Am-So-Awesome, grin.]

I suppose 'small' could be one word to describe my otherwise fantastic physique. However, I believe such a comparison relies on if one desires quantity...

[And he shoots Kevas a long, knowing look.]

... rather than quality. Of the hands, of the waving of sticks, the using of chains and leathers...

[He shrugs -- yes, he knows he's short, but he's determined to not let it faze him. He's perfectly fine where it counts, after all.]

After all, I find that holding back always ends up leaving someone wanting. And that is ever so disappointing, yes?