"I don't think we are close enough to discuss such things, sir."
Jacob spoke as he once again got into a combat stance.
But this time, he didn't raise his guard high—on the contrary, his hands were on the lower side, as if challenging me to bring it on.
"Not close enough, huh."
Muttering the words, which may have been barely audible enough for Jacob to hear, I got closer to him, reducing the distance between us to mere inches.
"How good are you at wrestling?"
I asked Jacob, as he raised his brows in surprise.
"I... I am quite proficient in it, but the instructor has asked us to—"
"Don't worry about that. Just... show me."
Taking some distance between my legs, I bent my knees, lowering my body.
My hands were raised at the front, hovering before Jacob, ready to engage at a moment's notice.
But—
Jacob didn't reciprocate the gesture, as he stood in the same place, without taking any stance that could be used for wrestling.
