Eliot nodded. He didn't care that Alex was a girl. Gender didn't matter in the ring, or in a fight. He wouldn't hit a girl without cause, but this was different. He rolled his shoulders, cracked his neck, eyes trained on Alex and admiring the view.
Eliot lost track of time while they were in the ring. Alex proved to be a worthy opponent, and while their training was clearly different, they were well matched. Afterward, bruised and battered and breathing hard from the exertion, he could recall every moment, every blow. His hair strung in ragged straggles, and he yanked the elastic out to try and pull it back again.
"That was amazing," he told her. Better than sex, in some ways. A completely different work out, and sometimes he preferred sex. Both were a damn good way to pass the time, as far as Eliot was concerned.