Audrey kept her grin far smaller than she wanted it to be, and she slowed the speed on the treadmill until it was stopped. Stepping off, she ran a finger down his back on her way to her gym bag. "When I want to tickle you, mate," she purred with a sultry smile, "you'll know." Oh, men. Two guaranteed triggers - sex and aggression. "But I don't use gloves unless I'm doing some serious time on a heavy bag. I've got wraps."
She bent to her bag, passing up the gloves inside for the pink handwraps also inside. They were better for what she wanted - gave her enough protection that she wouldn't have to worry much about bruised or cut knuckles, but still left her hands and fingers mostly free for grappling. "And the name's Audrey," she said, throwing another smile over her shoulder. "Remember it; you'll be screaming it later." Possibly in pain.