[ As Matt begins to match the cadence of his steps to the music, as his worries about fucking up begin to ebb, he finds himself swept along as if in a thermal. All buoying and upward heat. This is honestly everything he could have hoped for out of dancing, and more. When he lets himself relax, he finds Sebastian is so easy to follow it'd almost be harder to do something other than move with him.

He listens curiously to the explanation. An infinite expanse of water sounds familiar, but he can't remember if he read that in some grimoire or in one of the Vedas. For the mention of tolls, he huffs a laugh. ]

Adding fees and taxation to something chthonic ... that does sound like the work of humanity. [ Matt smiles up at him, his prior look of fretful concentration fading away. ] I'm glad you're having fun.

[ It's almost a shame to return to the true topic he wants to discuss. But if Matt manages to learn anything, it'll help Sebastian in the long run. ]

So ... about this ribbon, [ he says. ] If it did get so I couldn't work the knot open, I think I'd want to ask a friend for help. But what worries me is, maybe them trying to help me would hurt? Or even make it worse somehow.

[ His emotions turn a bit fretful once more. Though this time, his apprehension is for Sebastian rather than himself. ]