"Careful Potter or I'll think that you're trying to toss me a line," Eva teased, not missing where his eyes had travelled to. "The bag doesn't have any feelings, which is great because you can knock the shite out of it and not feel guilty after, yeah?"
Eva shook her head with an internal sigh, but said nothing and continued to knock the speed bag with ferocity - exerting all of her negative energy towards the bouncy sack.
She snorted, somewhat amused. "If you think that'll work. I can show you a few things if you want, unless you'd just rather sit there," Eva said.
Glancing sideways at James, Eva pressed her lips together. "Don't be," she told him curtly, then swung last time at the bag. When she was done, sweat dripped down her temples and soaking her hairline. The cleavage of her tank top was dark from moisture as well.
"So do you want to do any sit ups or some chest presses? I'll spot you."