She felt the softness of his hand in hers and a slight flush crept onto her cheeks. She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Of course, that's part of the process. It's how we grow." Tifa began to lead him to the center of the dojo, her movements fluid and graceful. "First, let's start with some basic stances. Follow my lead."

Tifa chuckled lightly, a playful glint in her eye. "Sensei? Now you're getting ahead of yourself." She took a step back, her hands settling on her hips. "Let's start with something simple. Punch forward, like this." She demonstrated a straight punch, her form precise and controlled. "Now you try."

Tifa nodded approvingly, stepping forward to correct his stance. "Not bad. You've got the basics down." She placed her hands on his shoulders, guiding them back. "But remember, keep your shoulders square. It'll give you more power and stability." Her touch lingered, sending a small shiver down his spine. "Again."

She stepped back, crossing her arms over her chest as she appraised his form. "Better. Much better." A small smirk played on her lips. "You're a fast learner, I'll give you that." Her eyes traveled down his body, assessing his technique before meeting his gaze again. "But don't get cocky just yet. We've got a long way to go."

Tifa's cheeks flushed at his bold statement, but she held his gaze, unyielding. "Oh, I intend to push you. Harder than you've ever been pushed before." Her voice was low, almost a purr. "Until you're begging for mercy." She took a step closer, her breath ghosting across his face. "But I think we both know that's not what you really want, is it?"

Tifa shivered at the feeling of his breath on her skin, a thrill running through her. She pulled back slightly, her eyes dark with lust. "Is that so?" She challenged, her voice husky. "Well, let's find out." Without warning, she grabbed his wrist and spun him around, pinning him against the wall, her body pressed firmly against his back. "First lesson - never let your guard down."

Tifa's breath caught in her throat at the feeling of him pressing back against her. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she spoke. "Oh, I intend to." She nipped at his earlobe, eliciting a gasp from him. "But first, you need to prove you can handle it." She released him, stepping back and gesturing to the center of the room. "Let's see what you've got, hotshot."

Tifa's eyes narrowed, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Oh, you can count on that." She met his advance head-on, her movements fluid and precise. She landed a solid hit to his ribs, before spinning away, beckoning him to follow. "Come on then, let's see that fire of yours."

Tifa laughed, a sound full of challenge and desire. "Always, hotshot." She feinted left, then struck right, her fist grazing his jaw. "Let's make this a real match." She backed up, circling him, her eyes never leaving his. "Show me what you've got."

Tifa's eyes flashed with excitement, her breath coming faster. "Oh, it will." She lunged forward, her leg sweeping towards his in a attempt to take him off balance. "You wanted this, remember?" As he moved to counter, she rolled with the motion, her body brushing against his, igniting sparks between them. "Now give it to me."

Tifa laughed breathlessly as she evaded his lunge, her heart racing with excitement. "Promises, promises." She turned to face him, her eyes blazing with lust and challenge. "Words are easy, hotshot. But actions?" She beckoned him closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Actions speak louder."

Tifa's lips curled up into a seductive smile, her eyes never leaving his. "Oh, I'm counting on it." She stepped forward, closing the gap between them until their bodies were pressed together, heat radiating off their skin. Her hand reached up, gripping the back of his neck as she pulled him down for a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue and passion. "Show me everything, hotshot."