lesson after lesson

It is if you want it to be. He offered with a mischievous leer, arching his brows as a way to leave it open for her interpretation. He knew better than to goad on the woman who could easily snap him in half with her pinkie finger. 

And you've forgotten how to count. He quipped with a smile. It was all in good fun. In his heart, he felt no ill will towards Chip. In fact, he felt strong the opposite. There was a reason what with all of his pent up wanderlust from a youth on the run, he kept coming back to Varahel, he stayed loyal. Duty and honor only played but a small part. Chip spoke up then and Cara turned to face the clan as well as a show of unity, smiling as he nipped Inala's cheek near her ear. Only the most humble, vhenan he whispered only for her to hear.  Bending back to kiss her chastly atop her head as he waited for Chip to set things to rights for the time being. 

He nodded beyond both of them to the water. To the jetty and back. No powers. No cheating. Pure skill. He smiled smugly as he removed his shirt but knew realistically he had little chance of winning. But being a winner was in the confidence right? He tossed the shirt to Inala. Is that agreeable to you dadd- dad? His face rouged at the Freudian slip. Something he hadn't meant come to the surface just yet, but was there nonetheless. He covered it up quickly with a smile Or would you like a handicap?