Stepping to the side to allow Tim access to the dummy, Cass smiled a bit as she studied his form and listed to the rhythmic staccato rapping of fists and palms against the hardwood surface. She saw elements of several styles in his movements, and different teachers. Tim had studied so much from so many sources -- Batman, Rahul Lama, King Snake, Lady Shiva, and so on -- that it was a wonder there was anything remaining for him to learn from Cass herself. But apparently he was willing to let her teach him a few moves, and it made Cass feel important. And now she was mentoring his girlfriend Spoiler. She had to wonder if he and Spoiler ever talked about her training.
"Fine. Better now," she answered absently as a question formed in her mind. Her mind churned with a way to ask it. She needed to find the words. She stepped to the dummy again and struck it with a sequence of blows, whispering words to herself. It helped her work out spoken sentence structure, and it was something Tim himself had taught her.
Finally, she stepped back and asked, "Boyfriends. Girlfriends. What do they ... talk about? What do they ... how do they act? To each other?" She was fairly sure he was informed about her week spent at Doug Ramsey's house.