He hadn't meant to cast any aspersions on her skills so much as comment on their apparent terrible luck whenever both of them were involved in combat -- not even with each other, but seemingly just adjacent to one another. The insistence was better than fear of her own bloodline, though, and Sasuke's lip quirked despite himself.

"I'll expect a greater challenge." And a spar wouldn't hurt. He'd monopolized too much of Kakashi's time this month already, and if she was indeed training with her bloodline techniques, a spar with Adela promised something new and distracting.

For now, though, he could see from the corner of his eye that Fumiko was peering over the bottom of the glass in the door again, likely propped up on tiptoe.