“Don’t monks take a vow of chastity or something?” Her head cocked to one side as she scrapes the dark recesses of her brain for whatever useless and likely inaccurate bits of information she’d managed to garner about monks. “Or was that silence…” Either option seemed a damn shame where Danny was concerned. She had eyes, okay. Plus, she liked the sound of his voice. It had the ability to be both soothing and commanding all at once.

Thoughts of him naked or silent quickly slipped away, a spark of interest lighting up in her eyes at his explanation and Rose found herself moving into the middle of the room with a renewed sense of energy. “A place for fighters to train.” Elaborating on his idea with the very thing that was driving her. There was sense in what he was suggesting, though. Training those who were at present incapable of protecting themselves. They’d hardly make warriors out of them all but a fighting chance had to be better than nothing.

“You could even set up an obstacle course in the backyard… get people used to the idea of fighting on the move in rougher terrain.” It’s what they did at the Academies to break novices out of the mindset that a fight would ever come on their terms. The niceties of combat were reserved for the mats. Real life wasn’t like that.

“I might have been thinking along the same lines…” She admitted, feeling a quarter half smile play at the corner of her mouth.