Matt's response actually made Danny snicker. For with it came memories when he too had sat opposite a master in K'un-Lun, an impatient nine year old boy. At the time he had not understood the necessity of mastering himself, and had wanted to be taught how to break things. Of course after he actually started the process of toughening his fists through punching buckets of sand, his views on meditation had changed quickly.
As he watched Matt touch the book, he had a small measure of satisfaction that he had finally found something that the other man could not decipher with a touch. It would have been a distinct disappointment if the book could not be read by the eye, but the touch, of an individual who was not an Iron Fist.
"It's coming. First, I need you to relax." Danny stood slowly and walked around the mat to take a knee to the side and behind Matt. "Second, I need you to realize that despite my frequent homosexual advances toward you, that I am not in fact trying to seduce you right now. This is no joke. No one else is here but you and I."
Danny put a hand on Matt's shoulder, and felt the need to reiterate. "What's that the kids say? Oh right, no homo."
It was an exercise in itself not to laugh, but Danny managed.
"As much as you can, reach out with your senses. Open yourself up to me. When the moment is right you are going to feel my chi, so don't fight it."