She removes the leather gloves slowly and eyes him. If Kakashi didn't know better he would almost say her gaze was sensual; but he does know better, he does.
No, Kakashi tells himself, this is the look of predator to prey, and when she sets her gloves neatly on the table he feels a small thrill of emotion.
"Sure, Kakashi," she says, rising, and he rises with her. "I'll spar with you."