Hideaway Strath with the bitter salt of blood

She could tell he was hesitant, but she didn't understand why. She also hadn't meant to make him uncomfortable with her offer; she just wanted everyone to be able to protect themselves. If you would prefer to do something else, that's fine too, she told him, her intense gaze studying his face similarly to how she always studied her husband's face—she was trying to see if he withheld any emotions from her. I'm happy to teach if that's what you want, she continued, getting to her feet to walk around him and move her studying from his face to his form. He was slender, not built for fighting, but that didn't mean he couldn't defend himself if needed. 

You're probably fast, she pointed out as she came to stand in front of him once more. You can use that to your advantage. If he wanted to know more, she would tell him, or he could steer their time together in a different direction—the choice was his.