With Paris' statement, Jett's eyes were immediately drawn to the movement of women coming out of the room. His gaze didn't linger too long, half because he wasn't really looking for anyone in particular, and half because Raven's voice was nagging in the back of his head for him to keep your eyes off of those girls!

"You're not so bad yourself," he noted; Paris was certainly a different shade of being than he was used to thinking about, and while Jett's curiosity was known to get him in and out of trouble, there was some instances when he still wasn't sure what to make of things.

Perhaps it was that he'd never questioned his own sexuality and had always fit in comfortable with the stereotype he'd made his niche in, but he was a bit limited in what he could perceive of the gender aspect. What he did understand, however, was the ******** mentality and Paris' drive to do what he wanted regardless of anyone else's opinions on the matter.

"Next time, definitely. You'll have to give boxing a go," he said with a small grin. "But, I'll catch you around time. Good too meet you, Paris."

At the very least, he'd certainly given him something interesting to think about for the duration of his workout.