Now that was what Krem likes to see; Sam was getting serious, and creative on top of what he'd already instructed. He's proud even as his back was forced to arch and stretch by Sam standing with an arm around his neck.

"Good," he grunts, then swings his legs back, before flexing his core hard and bringing his legs up, making Sam so top-heavy that there really isn't any recourse but to fall back again. Krem's boots hit the dirt right behind him, and he brings a knee up into the back of Sam's thigh, dead-legging him to bring him to his knees. "Not bad for a mage by any means." He leans over Sam's shoulder, patting his chest with a cheeky little smile then moving around him and offering a hand up. He was done being a little shit for now, at least.