[Training] Scratching an Itch

At least his shirt wasn't that bad after all, it seemed, but he wasn't given much chance to appreciate that before their sparring went up a level. Clearly the time for slow and careful instruction had passed, and Jigano did his best to take the brief lesson and put it to good use, frowning with the effort of concentrating as he tried to pry her hand from his shirt and keep her close. Or... did he want her close? He hesitated, his grip loosening for a moment as he reviewed his options, and the skilled reflexes of an experienced grappler came to Papillion's aid as she managed to post up and then gain her feet. Jigano wasn't fair behind, however, following her up like her shadow with a graceful roll and launching himself low in an attempt to drive his shoulder into her stomach and knock her back to the ground, this time with himself on top and straddling her hips, sitting on her if he was successful, though his hat would have been lost in the tumble if it worked.