The training room echoed with the sound of heavy breathing and the occasional grunt of exertion. Zafron and Sakura stood facing each other, both drenched in sweat, their clothes clinging to their bodies. Despite the intense workout, there was a gleam of satisfaction in Sakura's eyes.
"Not bad, slime boy," she said, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. "You're picking this up faster than I expected. Maybe you won't get completely obliterated in the arena after all."
Zafron grinned, still trying to catch his breath. "Was that... a compliment? Be careful, Sakura. People might start to think you actually like me."
[Oh, smooth, my lord. Nothing says 'romance' quite like being drenched in sweat and making sarcastic comments.]
'Quiet, you,' Zafron thought back, rolling his eyes.