Soiree or Stay In? (For Imhotep)

"It started with him, yeah," Drake replies.

Oh, his eyes are glued to her, but not in any awkward ogling manner. He has enough social finesse to reel in his scrutiny.

"But I moved on to trainers. My build's way different from Dad. He's built like a truck. I'm..." The teen glances down over his athletically sleek, slender frame. "...not so much." Those dark eyes lift again to Mindy with a bright smile. "You liked that stretch, did'ja? Came up with it, myself. I like workin' the core. It-..."

He pauses, his bright smile evolving into a sly grin. "Well. I'll explain why after I pin you. Wouldn't wanna give away all my secrets before our rematch." He reaches a hand towards her, tapping his index finger towards her nose in a gentle, playful manner. "But'chyeah. All my finishers are mine. Maybe I'll show you one of the other two next time~..."