If she were capable of blushing at the wink, she might have, maybe. As it was, she just lowered her eyes briefly, a dim smile on her lips, and followed him out into the courtyard.

When the stopped, she took a moment more to ready herself, stretching and uncoiling her tail from its usual positioned curled around her leg, and then took up a fighting stance, not entirely far removed from one belonging to one of Earth's martial arts. It wasn't exactly the same, of course, but clearly martial training translated more or less the same way across realities. Not that she gave him much time to consider that, instead circling him briefly before darting in for an open-handed strike, more testing his reflexes and how adept he was with that knife than to actually hit him.