Cyrus was normally a victory or defeat sort of man, you either won or you lost in his opinion. However as he stood with his chest heaving, struggling to get his breathing under control he was more than willing to accept the woman's offer of a draw. It might have bit at his pride more than a little but at the moment he was exhausted from this sparring session. Azzy was good, he had been so confidant that he would be able to out last her, but she had proved to be his equal.
He also noted her remark about her aim, even in his fatigued state he found her laugh very beautiful. Her offer of a drink did not escape his notice it would certainly be welcome after this exercise, it also open the door to... possibilities.
Her offered her a tired grin, "I would love to join you for a drink, though I find myself wondering what consequences follow a draw."
Even in his fatigued state he wanted this woman, the manner in which she had toyed with his passions still fresh in his mind. He wanted very much to return the favor. A night of passion after a day of fighting seemed to work out very well in his mind. Whether she was a potential asset or not didn't really matter when he looked at her, obviously she would but he was more interested in knowing her in other ways than how much tactical use she would be.