This wasn't too far from an actual box match, with a pair of willing combatants trading hits in hopes of bringing the other down, but it was obvious there was a lacking of responses from the smaller one's side. Equius in the other hand was enjoying himself, loving the sound his palms and fingertips made when they met Feferis skin, even though his own skin was starting to itch... it wasn't a bad itch. He wasn't holding back either, hadn't she accepted his offer for a training session? He wouldn't feel good if he offered Feferi a watered down version of what a real fight was like, he isn't primary school.

Though it did look like his strength was nigh too much for the girl and the man was starting to consider giving her some breathing room when Feferi proved that she wasn't in need of such treatments. Equius felt the pump of her solid and notably strong leg (Maybe she should consider capoeira) before his leg bent taking one fourth of his height with it before he felt her weight on his back once again.

Equius felt the back of his head pressed against two plump pillows before her arms wrapped around his neck, incredible how they managed against such thickness. The inner side of her elbow catching the front of his throat cutting the flow of air slightly, but enough to make his blush more noticeable. She was... in control, His hands came up to her arms as if trying to pull them away but there was no strength in his pull.