Peter nods, thinking of how he's learned the timing for countless tricks and stunts. This is a bit different, of course, especially from the sleight of hand he's doing these days...but it boils down to the same instinct. "Timing, yeah."

He takes off again, this time swooping in low so he can take it on his first pass, before he gets himself worked up about it. This time when he flips, one claw catches and he dangles awkwardly for a few seconds, swinging wildly from a single toe before he loses his hold. It's long enough, though, that he can orient himself to open his wings and fly again when he drops, circling back around Daine for another shot at it.