"Have to be, where I'm from." She definitely had more grace than him, clearly formal training. "Still think I should worry about keeping up with you though, Ahsoka?" That smirk is back, but blue-eyes were playful even with the hint of cockiness in the taunt.

Then he was moving back towards her, sliding low as they engaged again. Blocks or deflections, and clear enough he was controlling it or they would hurt. Given what he had told her, Ahsoka could see he was self-taught, with little formal training. Also that while he was masking his ki, she could easily sense him in the Force. A dim candle, that was dim of his own making, but burned steady and strong and controlled.