"Easy to say. Not so easy to practice." Maybe she was as honest as she said, but he didn't know her from Eve, and that earned a little wariness. Truth was, he didn't trust anyone in this place yet. It'd taken him long enough to trust the team he worked with now.
Eliot shook his head. "Not always. One of the best fighters I've gone against was a woman." She'd killed a man with a mop and had a vicious right hook. He started to rise up, leaving the bottle where it sat on the counter, but her kiss surprised him.
"I didn't do anything," he said, confused, followed by a shrug. "But you're welcome anyway. Hope your night gets better."