Any kind of progress is good progress.

[ He holds out his hand. ]

Pro populus meus. [ "For my people." Out pops a broom with blues and yellows and a shock of scarlet in the form of bristles, hovering neatly beside Kurapika's hand. ] Since you're still having trouble, we can use mine.

[ ... ]

I hope you don't mind a bumpy ride.

[ He still has issues with controlling, it after all. ]