Yuki had faced death before, and thought himself without fear that would afflict lesser men.  He was wrong.  Now, he felt fear.  Not for his life, of course, but for his future.  Sarada could be offended if he did not at least offer.  She could be professional, of course, but she was from his Home Village.  He could not leave her with a terrible impression!<br/><br/>He decided to dodge that last question far better than he would dodge a tree, because if he stammered in the slightest at that she would see right through him.<br/><br/>He smiled and tried not to sound nervous. "A date...ah...well, it would be..."<br/><br/><em>'Great to go out with such a powerful kunoichi!' </em>His mind tried to betray him, but he reined it in.<br/><br/>"Gentlemanly to take you to get something to eat for interrupting your training, but that would not be a date."<br/><br/><em>'As much as it hurts me to admit it!'</em>He raced for an excuse.<br/><br/>"It would be a junior Shinobi offering respect to a superior for disturbing her during her training." He bowed his head, hoping that she understood that it was not out of fear that he proposed these ideas, but of an appropriate framework to explain away undue attention.  With his luck, though, she'd shoot him down so hard and fast that he'd end up smouldering on the forest floor...