With a soft chuff of silent laughteer, Kisuke bows his head momentarily. "As you wish, sir," he tells Dean, before tightening his grip around his cane, and turning to hook his bare feet on the rungs of the ladder beneath him. He dutifully follows the track of the ladder, easily over a hundred feet tall, at least until the trip is over half over.

At which point, bored of the task of climbing, he drops his grip and lands carefully to the ground below, the slap of the bare soles of his feet against solid earth quiet and contrary, despite the height of the fall. But there's no reason to pretend in front of Dean Winchester that he's anything that he isn't.

"This is your classroom for now. If you keep an open mind and let me annoy you for a little while, I'm sure you'll be able to get the strength to do the job the way you want to do it."