"I'm not sure. Fighting's a great deal more than instinct if you want to be good at it. There's no way you can just "go with the flow" and get anywhere against anyone with any sort of fighting experienced. The enemies I have are extremely skilled warriors who will not be easily defeated, no matter how good I get. I need to learn how to use my spatial powers to render myself near-invincible."
"Such an interesting plan, it is truly ingenious! I'm glad you're go smart, Curse, I could never think of anything that crazy. I think my brain rotted a little bit when I was dead."
Curse blinked. That was actually a possibility, not that he'd tell dear Aya that. Girls didn't tend to take being told that they had rotting brains well. Sure, Aya had to listen to him, but he really did prefer everything to be consensual and such, there was frankly less legal trouble.
"No way. You're just newly up, and your brain probably isn't used to being on again. Like when you turn on a light after a vacation, it'll flicker a bit before glowing even brighter than before. You'll be fine, I'm positive. And like you said, I'm very smart, so I think you can trust me...right?" He looked up at his lover, eyes the closest approximation of a puppy-dog look that the demonic serpent could manage. It wasn't a particularly good one, no, but Aya wasn't exactly highly resistant.
"I suppose you're right."