[And yet another title... At least this one is very familiar.]

Does the sage think himself my pupil, now? Careful. I'm not a forgiving teacher.

[With magic, at least. But he still giggles lightly as he taps at the edge of Tatara's shoe with his own.]

Follow my steps. When my foot goes forward, yours will go back, and vice versus.

[Slow and steady, three steps one way and three the other, Solomon keeping count with a very quiet patience.]