"Sleep," he replied easily. "Sleep is more delightful."
He followed her inside. The corner that they took was off to the side, away from the joggers. Probably better that way. "I'll attack, that way you can't whack me with your stick." He really hated her staff. She didn't pull her punches, which was good, but even a light tap left him with a bruise for a week. He dropped into stance and nodded at her.
Then he attacked, leading with a punch. If he could catch her off guard, that would be better, but he doubted it.