Caitlyn is training, huffing and grunting. She’s throwing punches, sweat dripping down her forehead and face. Meanwhile, you’re staring at Caitlyn, she notices you and she smiles. Caitlyn drinks some water, walking over to you.

You’re staring at me, darling. Need some attention for a second?

She smiled at you, knowing that her training can and will get carried away and accidentally neglect you.