"'Course," he says, with a dismissive pfffft for good measure. Clearly he's working on it, isn't he? Clearly he knows that walking's just going to come to him eventually, why, he's probably a bloody natural and right now it's just that standing still is so much more appealing, but he can get on with it and start walking proper whenever he likes! He just doesn't feel like it now, is all. Perfectly valid reason. Absolutely.

He perks up considerably when the Balladeer brings the thing back, tilting his head this way and that as if to observe the rose from every angle without moving his feet from where they're planted firmly on the ground.

"Watch the what?" he says absently, reaching out. "Watch the - aaah! Ouch!"

He drops the traitorous object, hand swiping through the air in utter agony as he struggles not to lose his balance.

"Ouch! Ahh! Dastardly little - argh, ow!" Wheatley glares at it. "What sort of manners are that, I ask you? Disgraceful. Terrible."