She had stopped - that was something. No younger brother worth his salt should be able to let a conversation go so long without getting at least a slight rise out of his opponent. Briefly Samuel wondered if he was losing his touch. But he decided not to take her patience to heart; he had nothing but time, and he seemed to be making some progress.
"Intimidating?" At last he laughed outright, making no more effort to hide that outburst than he did to conceal his blatant survey of her backside as she bent to retrieve her weights. "No offense, Pippi, but I've seen more intimidating PFCs. You can lift a little, sure, but you're about as nice as my grandmother. Kinda kills the fear factor." Smirking still, he sat back, his teeth nipping idly at his lower lip. "So what's part two? Something really strenuous, I assume. Hot yoga? Jazzercise?"