He rests his hand on the end of the stick as she offers it to him, pushing it back in her direction.

"Had two," he corrects. He's being difficult, but he doesn't sound actually upset. He's mostly bothered by the impracticality of only having one staff for their lesson, not the fact that one got broken. Such things happen.

"You're the one that needs to learn. Keep it."

Instead, he falls into a stance, lifting his hands instead.

"Start slow. No magicks, this time."

Yes, he is bringing fists to a stick fight.