Roland nods along, hopes that his imagination will be enough for the trick to work the first time around. He has no idea how much push the grav-con will lend him, but he's willing to experiment and see where it'll take him. He remembers how smoothly Inigo did it despite his apprehensions on the landing; will try to follow that if he can.

After the piece of equipment is secured onto his body, Roland sends Inigo a knowing smile, rising to the tease. "Hey, I'm all about substance, pup. Can't help it if I naturally look cool. Heh." It's definitely a joke, not enough weight to it for Roland to sound smooth. But in the presence of higgledies warding off echoes and voices outside windows, he'll do what he can to distract, entertain on his own accord.

He takes a deep breath now, ready for the first try. Moves further in such that when he tries to do the high jump and slash, there's room for him to move around. Whatever small higgledies are occupying the floor where he stands, all move in circles to make an audience, some even jumping on Inigo's body to use as makeshift stands. Roland is the picture of determined, knees bent and mimicking his stance, only without the sword in his hands.

"Alright. I think I'm ready. Make sure I don't hit you, okay Inigo?" He glances behind him, catching Inigo's eye.