Sol snorted, hearing that clear challenge in the statement that he was following this slip of a thing, or at least what he couldn't help but interpret as challenge. Maybe it was something in the voice, maybe there was something about the other's movements that resonated on a certain level, or maybe he was going to react this way regardless of what pieces his brain started to put together.

Now where was that wall again...?

Sol waits until they're a little closer, until their steps bring them back that way, before he pushes and moves in, losing the rhythm of the music in favor of letting the rhythm of his body take over.

He knows what he's doing here, though what he doesn't know is why, or how much he'll let it become.