[ It's coercion of the kindest and most well intentioned kind, she promises. Besides, right now she's just using it as an excuse to lean against him for a moment. He's warm and solid, and then she steps back and smiles. ]

If you're going to fight, always go for dirty. [ Cracking her knuckles, and okay maybe she looks pretty genuinely pleased about all of this, but there's a lot of good memories associated with being taught the things she's going to teach him, and her years as a vigilante were pretty much the best of her life. It's not even the memory of that so much that's bringing the smile to her face and eyes, but at least somewhat the idea that she gets to share some of that with him. Obliquely and without actually telling him that that's what she's doing, but still. In her head it counts. ] I'm going to teach you how to break things. I figure we'll start with a few basic 'what to do if someone grabs you' moves, and then go on into the next steps of taking them down.