[Yuri levered a skeptical eyebrow at her, and then laughed, head tilted back as he finished popping his back. It was an honest, amused laughter. He didn't dislike this girl's style; she certainly didn't sound like she was just putting on bravado. He didn't mind if she was--he was used to that--but all the polite trash talk was making him feel a little competitive.]

I tell you what. If it starts to look like my pace is too much for you, I'll ask to stop--since this isn't about pride. [he flashed her a grin, getting into position next to her. He was looking forward to going all out and seeing if this girl could cash out that confidence]