It wasn't that Dylan didn't like her. She seemed fine. She just wasn't his type of person. Sure, the half-naked text messages didn't help, but those hadn't happened in a while and Dylan was always content to let bygones be bygones. Besides, he was never one to turn down a girl who asked for help training.
Training immediately was just easier, considering Dylan was already there. He glanced up as she approached, towel around his shoulders, being the first to break into a smile. He was dressed casually with black workout pants and a black tank top. True, he wasn't going to go easy on her, but he was going to teach her.
"Don't look so glum, Macmanus," he told her, standing up. "You want offensive magic or combat? We can go from there." He was a little surprised Desiree had asked him for help at all, but it clearly meant that she knew that training with significant others was a bad idea. Smart girl.