Kyle had put on casual clothes for the sparring: an old T-shirt and comfortable pants. He wasn't completely unused to hand-to-hand combat, having been trained for the NYPD, but with Faith being a slayer, well, she wasn't kidding about kicking his ass.
When he entered the lobby and saw her, he couldn't help thinking of how she must have looked in that Xena costume, with all that... leather. It was a pleasant mental picture, and Kyle had to remind himself again that Faith was a lot younger than he was.
Finally he walked up to her. "Hi," he said. "Thanks for agreeing to this."