In another life, Devin might like to meet the boyfriend and buy him a conciliatory drink.

"You train with the boy who has too much enthusiasm for murder and mayhem," he deadpans, and then laughs mirthlessly. She doesn't have much to fear in the way of being killed, he supposes. "I hope you're teaching him more than how to fight. He needs to learn restraint more than anything, since he doesn't seem to understand the difference between slaughter and strength."

He pointedly ignores the wink and the implication.