If Hestia was going to watch him fight James, then Declan really couldn't fuck the fight up tomorrow, or she would make fun of him for weeks. (Not that he'd been planning on doing badly.)

He laughed and mirrored her pose, shifting into a boxer's stance. "You underestimate how many flyers I can sign," he said. He punched past her right ear, not aiming to hit her as much as he was aiming to get her to move and opening the sparring.