Trevor still wore his usual clothes. He'd refused the ridiculously small swim trunks that had been gifted to him and instead came to the beach in attire that would make him hot and uncomfortable. A glutton for punishment apparently. Shrugging his cloak off his shoulders and unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves so he could roll them up his arms, Trevor faced her with an amused expression over his lips.

"Never backed down from a fight, me. Even one I was pushed into." He said in that cheeky, yet charming tone of his. Cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders, eyeing her up, and getting an idea of where her strengths might be on account of her form and muscles. He wouldn't feel bad about sparing with a woman, Lord knows he's had his arse handed to him by a few in the past. Still, this is just for fun right?

"You can forfeit now if you like? I won't hold it against you."