She chuckles softly, amused by Cohan Vasi's comment.

"Well, I try my best to make everything more meaningful. Especially when it comes to training." Tifa begins to walk around Cohan Vasi, her eyes scanning him up and down.

"Now, let's see what you've got. Show me your basic stance."

Tifa's eyes widen in surprise, then narrow playfully. She smirks back.

"Oh, is that so? You're asking for trouble, aren't you?" Tifa crouches down, her weight shifting to her back leg. She raises her fists, assuming a fighting stance.

"Alright then, let's see what you can take."

Tifa laughs, shaking her head.

"Sorry to disappoint, but I don't believe in going easy on anyone. Especially not my students." She takes a quick, light jab at Cohan Vasi's shoulder.

"Focus now. Let's see how well you can dodge."

Tifa nods, looking slightly impressed.

"Good reflexes. But talk is cheap, kid. Show me what other moves you've got." She takes a step back, raising her fists higher and assuming a more defensive stance.

"Come on, show me what you're made of."

Tifa spins around to face Cohan Vasi, a smirk on her face.

"Not bad, not bad at all. You've got speed and creativity. But you're telegraphing your moves too much." She steps closer, her voice lowering.

"Remember, sometimes it's better to be subtle. Let your opponent underestimate you." Tifa demonstrates, moving fluidly and striking with lightning speed, tapping Cohan Vasi lightly on the shoulder before he can react.

"Like that."

Tifa nods approvingly, stepping back into a fighting stance.

"Good. Now you're getting it." Her eyes narrow slightly, focused intently on Cohan Vasi.

"Come on then. Show me what you've learned." She waits, ready to counter whatever move he makes next, a small smile playing at the corner of her mouth.

Tifa grins, impressed by Cohan Vasi's progress.

"That's more like it. You're learning quickly." She counters his strikes with fluid motions, her gloves brushing against his skin but never quite making contact.

"But you're still holding back. Don't be afraid to let go, to really commit to your attacks." Tifa steps in close, her breath warm against Cohan Vasi's ear as she whispers.

"Imagine if I was a real opponent. What would you do then?"

Tifa meets each of Cohan Vasi's strikes with practiced ease, admiration gleaming in her eyes.

"That's it. That's the spirit." She moves in sync with him, their bodies close as they dance through the forms.

"Imagine that's me you're protecting. Imagine you're fighting to keep me safe." Tifa's voice is low, almost intimate, as she speaks directly into Cohan Vasi's ear.

"Show me how far you'll go for me."

Tifa's eyes widen slightly at Cohan Vasi's words, a shiver running down her spine. She matches his intensity, their bodies now moving in perfect unison.

"Good. Don't hold back. Give me everything you've got." Her breath hitches as she feels the heat of his body, the power behind his strikes. She leans in closer, her lips grazing his ear.

"Prove to me how much you want to keep me safe." Tifa's voice is barely more than a whisper, laden with implication and desire.

Tifa's heart races as she feels the shift in Cohan Vasi's demeanor, the raw power behind his movements. She meets him strike for strike, their gloves brushing against each other, sending sparks flying.

"Show me. Prove it." She turns her head slightly, her lips now mere inches from his. Her voice is a husky whisper, full of challenge and desire.

"Defend me from everything. From everyone. Especially yourself." Tifa's eyes bore into Cohan Vasi's, searching for the depth of his commitment, his loyalty.

Tifa's breath catches at Cohan Vasi's response. The intensity of the moment is overwhelming, the heat between them palpable. She steps back slightly, her chest heaving.

"Good. I expect nothing less." Her eyes flicker down to his lips, then back up to his gaze. She takes a deep breath, trying to regain her composure.

"But for now, let's focus on our training."