“Oh! Oh, /now/ you are willing to fight me?” She squirmed around to face him, lifting eyebrows and making an amused face. “Now that you’ve seen me fight?”
”I am not willing to fight; I am willing to train you.”
Summer’s eyes went dark, and her voice fell flat. “I /am/ trained, or did you not see? No. No, after all, I am done with the sword today. I shall go back to drifting along the corridors, waiting for you.” She couldn’t walk away, not with his arms still either side of her, but she lifted her chin proudly.