"Come on then! Don't be dallying!" He laughs as he swings himself up into the tree with ease born of long practice. He moves like the tree is as familiar as the well-worn hallways of the school itself, and might even be showing off some of his lithe, acrobatic grace for the older man. He's completely un-self-conscious of his clothes shifting and showing skin, or that he's left his shoes and socks on the ground below for better purchase with his now bare feet.