He tilts his head, considering; one way, then the other, then all the way just to get the full picture of why exactly his new friend is so quick to run.

...Okay. So it's a terrifying spectacle it'd be easier not to see.

The truth always is. That is the very nature of the truth.

And you can't run from the truth. Not forever.

And not very far--he doesn't need something as adorably limited as solid form to make an impression, here and then there, interposing the liquid for the solid with perfect ease.

"Come on," lilting, low and coaxing as he stands up whole and shining. "I already learned that move. Show me something new? Or I can teach you."