[The push isn't enough, and he starts to resist her out of some half-hearted misplaced instinct. But the knee makes a difference. He grunts softly against her mouth, surrendering to roll to his right side, dropping off of her and retreating to a safe distance on the floor. Wheezing for breath around chuckles of laughter.]

Ah, I saw that one coming.

[He flops onto his back, arms spread - looks like he's done sparring for the day. He looks up at her with amused curiosity.]

Is that a move you do pull sometimes, in the field? Most women I've worked with refuse to ever use seduction as an option. Even as a little distraction during a fight. It's a point of pride for them, I suppose. Being able to best a man without having to resort to underhanded feminine wiles.

[He shrugs, dropping his head back to look at the ceiling. No judgement; just an honest question.]

Honestly, I couldn't imagine. It's not like as if it's a choice I've had reason to make.