Well it figured that one of Ares' daughters would be feisty. He leaned an arm against the punching bag, above his head so his height stretched upwards, and smile down at her. "I absolutely can," he agreed - unless Hermes gets in there and breaks them first, an angry dark voice in his mind muttered, and turned his smile darker, too. Just a touch. "Do you think learning how to punch is going to change that?" he asked, his question punctuated with a cheerful wink.