"Well, if fireproofing my weaponry is nothing, I'd love to see what you do when you're trying." And then she was quite taken aback at what he said. He wanted her help? Her hands went on her hips, and she leaned forward, smirking. "What's this, what's this? Connor wants lessons? First the food, then the dancing? You're your father's kid, or so I've heard." She looked him up and down, lips pursed in concentration. "Well, first of all, we're going to have to improve your ensemble." She smiled, trying to be gentle. "You look like a waiter."