Forced examination of conscience

Jo slowly walked Mike to the living room. He was so happy when he finally sat on the sofa.

“Damn! My head is spinning. I should sleep for 2-3 hours, then I will go with you to the training in the evening.”

She examined him from head to toe, and he looked terrible. She supposed that he felt even worse than he looked, and was only pretending to be tough as usual.

“You're barely on your feet and you want to go to training with me?” She stared at him incredulously.

“Someone has to hold your camera.”

“Really?”

“You won't be able to take pictures with only your left hand .”

“I can take a tripod with me.” She said teasingly.

“The models will be very dynamic. Are you intending to stand and just watch, or take some shots?”

“Anyway, how do you know I'm going to take pictures? Maybe I just want to play with shinai?”

“Of course. With your left hand?”

“Why not?”