"I'm not afraid of waiting." And Danny wasn't the first Kung Fu master that Matt would have waited on. He could remember a time before he'd had such control over his powers- over himself- when he would sit and try to mediate, or at very least, sit still and silent and wait for Stick to finish his meditation. It seemed like days, sitting there in the dark silence, unsure if the old man was even still there- or still breathing- but every time he'd moved or spoken, he'd ended up smacked with... well a stick and learned quickly not to interrupt.
Besides, the waiting gave him space, and silence. And it was through waiting such at this that he'd started to explore exactly what all his senses could do. He'd listened to the beating wings of hummingbirds, taken in the scent of flowers yards away, or the feel of sun or shade on his skin. He'd even learned to tell time by the place where the sunlight touched him, if he faced north.
No, Matt wasn't afraid of waiting hours for Danny to finish his meditation. He relished it.
But that would be an exercise for another day, it seemed.
His radar picked up the edges of the open book, the sound of it hitting the matt, of Danny's voice and the soft shuffle of bodies moving echoed around it though, like all books, his radar couldn't make out anything on the surface of the pages.
Frowning at the curiosity that Danny'd placed in front of him, Matt put his cane aside and reached out to touch the book, first with one hand, then with both, his chin never dropping.
It felt ... strange. Clearly it wasn't paper- something harder and smoother and what Danny said about the scales seemed to make sense. He couldn't feel any text on the page though- not even a scuff or chink, and when he tried to scratch a part of it with his fingernail, the page suffered no wounds- just as smooth and flawless as it had always been.
Not to mention there was an odd current coming off of it that made the hair on the back of his arms stand up, as though he'd put his hand on a Tesla coil.
Matt sat back and withdrew his hands from the book, chuckling slightly at Danny's reassurances and promises. He was no stranger to the more mystical elements of martial arts, thanks to Stick and the Chaste... but those weren't things Matt spoke of lightly. Still, they didn't "give him the creeps" as they apparently did to Luke.