"Yes. Fight me." A beat as she considers her words a little more carefully and moves into the little clearing. "Sparring, if you'd prefer to call it that. Whatever it is, I need to stretch my limbs and keep in practice."

She takes a moment to remind herself of the weight of the weapons in her hands, swinging them one at a time before dropping into a defensible fighting position. Catching his gaze with her own hazel one, she lets go of a silent breath before raising her chin the slightest bit in a nod.

"Draw your weapon. Show me what terrifies your enemies so much."

...such a bad idea, considering she knows full well the look in his eyes that stops the hearts of men.