He was pretty pleased with his butt, yeah. He'd had to go through a whole character development arc to get there, but eventually, he did find a lot of personal satisfaction in being pretty. It was the only thing he was for the longest time and he had hated it, but the last few years had shifted something in his ability to tap into anything resembling self-esteem and he was pretty chill with it now. He'd been having his ass slapped by people for years so might as well just embrace it.
Dick grinned back at her and swung forward on the pull-up bar, landing on both feet and straightening out with a languid stretch. He tipped his head at her and watched, slowly circling around her like he was looking for a weak spot. He'd trained Rose, in his world, he didn't know about hers. Maybe some version of him had. Maybe it had been Slade. He wasn't really sure just by looking at her stance. But his brain was made for this. Jason was chaos, Tim was numbers, Damian was unbridled rage. Dick was technique.
About halfway through his pacing, he snapped a hand out behind her shoulders and took her leg with the inside of his left foot, trying to sweep it and get her to fall towards him. The hand was there for support only, but he didn't really want to fight, he was trying to keep things a bit playful. And maybe it would lead into something else. It had often enough back home.