He looked up at her, making no comment about women being seen as weaker. That wasn't an opinion. More often than not, it was merely a fact. Not that they couldn't be trained to become better or stronger than me, because they could. Even Scout, who was very small in stature, had been a proudly serving member of the Legion and he knew she could hold her own against most anyone. But women who liked to train, and fight, and be stronger, seemed like the minority to him.

The regular ones, anyway. The gifted are an entirely different category all together, weren't they?

"Well, we're both on the ground. You're slightly elevated compared to me. I'm taller than you, so keeping me on my back benefits you most. If I get back to my feet, you're at a disadvantage again. Wrestlin' pro'bly wouldn't be a good idea. If I managed to get all my weight on you, it'd be hard to move it again. Normally, I'd suggest you get me down, you get back to your feet as quickly as you can. And, dependin' on the kinda fight you're in...ehhh, kick me until I stop movin'."

He pushed himself to sit up and look at her, his weight leaning back on his hands. "Hope you never find yourself in a position to have to do all that, though, Lady Andino."