It was like a ballroom
dance. Steps choreographed, danced in synchronicity. 1, 2, 3, 4.
Ask, reply, question, answer. Their words wove a complicated tango
in the air.
Sometimes he would purposely misstep, just to see the other cringe. Sometimes he would speed up, just to see the other stumble. Sometimes he would stop, just to see the other fall. It never failed to amuse him, this dance. Never mind who his partner was; this duck and weave sharpened his mind just as a whet stone sharpened his knives.
It pleased him that his partner in this dance was Jack O'Neill of the Tau'ri. The human's wit and acidic tongue were legendary. Yet O'Neill still tripped when he wanted him to; still stuttered when he was bid.
This waltz he enjoyed, despite his actions to the contrary. He would prolong it as long as he could.