Mostly an idea he'd like to run past a few of the turtle parents he has a bit more of an acquaintance with. And, of course, the parents of the hatchlings who've been lost, as well. He would as soon do nothing if they do not approve of it, obviously. But, that is for another time just now, as his mind snaps back into the training mode.

Being touched so casually by someone who is not one of his friends from Paris is a little, a great deal odd to him, still, but this is Akito, who has already seen him at his worst, which makes things a bit different.

The kick is a little odd to start with, and he's stumbling at first, rather a lot. Taraja, when she finds out, and he knows that she will find out, will probably shake her head at him and laugh. That IS a thought that does make him a little more secure, in all of this, that she will be able to do that, after all, and it sustains him even as he's falling on his ass at his second attempt, vaguely wishing he'd listened when Bahorel had tried to convince him that this sort of skill was needed.

Still, at least he's getting up again, his eyes narrowing and lips thinning as he frowns in concentration, or at least attempts therein. If there is nothing else, at least he is quite Stubborn determined, anyway.