It was unfortunate that he couldn't use the abilities he had without having to hold back and hide his identity. She knew what that was like, both first and secondhand, and it was one of the absolute worst feelings. Already she was trying to think of a secluded place where he might be able to let loose, as he'd put it.

He had such a great smile. Every time he threw one her way, she swore her heart skipped a beat. "I'd be happy to teach you, sugar," she told him. "It's what I used to do, actually. I used to work at a school for gifted children," he'd know what she meant by that, "where I taught French, literature, and self-defense. I'd studied all different types of fighting, we can find one that suits your style." She had a few that she was partial to; they could start there.

"Fighting is a whole different ball game than running," she acknowledged. "I love the feeling of losing myself in a spar, and being able to match my opponent on instinct rather than serious thought and strategy. I'm still getting back to where I was before, but I'll gladly take you on. You don't look so tough," she teased him with a bump of her hip and a quiet chuckle.