That little shudder of hers piqued his interest quite thoroughly. Whoever her teacher might be, Samuel was now certain she would be a sight to behold in the ring - and maybe out of it as well - if she could more thoroughly rattle Riley's cage from a distance than he could from the same room. He didn't know whether to be impressed or offended, so he moved quickly on to their next topic.
"Yeah, I can't deny that. And I'm sure when it's time for my next evaluation they'd be happy to find out I learned something. Of my own volition, no less." As he thought more on this decidedly useful turn of events, he downed the better part of what smoothie remained, then set to prodding at remaining bits of banana as he waited for the sudden brain freeze to recede. Once his head thawed a bit, a thought occurred to him. "Can we start with the debilitating gut punches," he asked, "or is this like karate, with five years of useless smacking inanimate objects around before you get to the good stuff?"
(I have no doubt of this! LOLOL Time to plan booze, movies, and inebriated contests of physical skill...)