He should be more careful about teasing the young man, he reminds himself.

"That's good."

He hums at that answer, turning to poke around in the grass the toe of his boot until he locates the offending stick where it'd fallen. Kahlil picks it up, studying it for a moment before glancing up at Wilhelm again, canting his head to one side and both eyebrows raised in question.

"Would you show me?"

What he's learned from his practice.