"Thanks. You fight like a fuckin' pro, it's... something else, really." He shakes his head, panting. She could've wiped the floor with his entire JSOC unit, he's sure, especially since she still got him even after the Heart-Shaped Herb and whatever arriving in Thedas had done to limit those powers. "Wanna make this a regular thing? Keep each other honest and in shape." There's no gyms here, he's had to do what he can to make sure he doesn't get any weaker just because he's in a different place.
"I am in a sense," she says, thoughtfully, "I've fought a great deal in my life." And his offer has her beaming again, "Of course, Erik! I would love that." It eases the ache of homesickness for the Justice League a little.
"Same, but you fuckin' owned that fight." Which means maybe her life has been longer than his, or maybe it means she started training as an actual child and not just as a young adult as he did. "Cool. OKay. Mornings, then, like... I dunno, three times a week?"
That way they probably won't overdo it, right? Right.
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That way they probably won't overdo it, right? Right.