Teja bent and limbo'ed under the slash, dropping to his knees before swinging one leg out to drop her as he aimed for her ribcage with an upward slash. "I thought it was clear when I said I want you." He huffed, a vague growl coming from him. "Nothing's changed."
Of all the ways he thought he'd spend a date when he was younger, getting cut the fuck up by the lady was not one of them. He actually liked the change of pace from dinner and a movie, or dancing, or going to a show. The roadie's tastes and his converged well enough where he was willing to count these as dates, not just as spars.