It's something that Wayne has never really mastered, like the Panorama or the Dissolution, though he's trying to learn the latter, at the very least. He'd get it eventually, he's sure.

"The Proscribed Gestures," Wayne explains, making a sort of twisting motion with his own finger out, a couple of funky little shapes in the air curling into and then out of existence with a similar plucked guitar note. "If you have the appropriate well of Will for it you can learn stuff from the Monitor." Crichton might not, though, if he hasn't had anything to drink in a while, or perhaps a bath. He'd have to point that out too, when they were finally ready to leave him to his own devices.

"If you don't, you can always make good use of the Flesh you have and keep watch over the House here," Old Wayne suggests as he lifts himself back up to settle back again.

"Hey yeah, you can train with Decres," he adds, nudging his elbow against Crichton's arm. "She's better at the fighting thing than I am anyway."