Well, that confirmed his idea of her as being like a big stalking cat.

"More comfortable than I am." Trunks moved toward another one of the large pillows. Breathe--things hadn't changed. Not really, just how he was perceiving them. That was....manageable. "But...it was fun. Sometimes."

Admitting that to her. "I think I'll still spend more time in the dojo though." Folding himself down, legs crossed and posture relaxed for now, arms resting on his knees. Once they started, he'd have more discipline.