"Oh, right. No feet." She furrowed her brows, oh dancing. He was teaching her a lot more than he probably realized, Malia hadn't really much experience with dancing. Did feeling up on people while music played count though? Probably not, so this would be like two lessons in one. "Keep my eyes on you, and just remember not to lift my feet."
Keeping up with him now, she would move when he moved trying to counteract what he did and make her own thrusts to try and get one in on him. She didn't want him to make it easy, or fold just to make her feel like she was getting somewhere. "Don't baby me, don't...don't take it easy on me. If I'm going to learn this I want to learn it because it feels like I need to." If she got cut, then she would get cut and it would mean she knew not to make that mistake again, it was probably the only way she was going to learn.
"Human fighting has so many rules. When I was a coyote there were no rules. You want something, you kill it. Something hurt you, took something from you, or well smelled wrong then you killed it. It was all about action and not even always surprise but being faster, stronger, willing to go right for the neck if you get the chance. It was survival." She'd make a few more thrusts, "There was never a moment I wasn't prepared. If I put my guard down, I die. I'm still figuring how it works...not-like-that."