"Concentrate." Lognir said in a loud, commanding tone as he kept spiraling magic all around the Demon, "I said, concentrate."
"I'm doing that, but you haven't told me what to concentrate on yet." Eiro groaned in response. As if it was obvious, Lognir let out a sigh, "Isn't it obvious? On your own aura. I'm teaching you how to manipulate your order, what do you think I'm going to have you concentrate on? Your feet?"
Eiro rolled his eyes, "No need to get so sarcastic about it. You didn't explain anything about it and just told me to sit down and concentrate. You're obviously trying to overwhelm my senses to make it easier for me to tune everything else out somehow, any I appreciate that, but you can't expect me to figure out every little detail."
The Demon stared at the Dragon in humanoid form in front of him, who just crossed his arms while tapping his foot on the ground, "Fine. I thought you were a prodigy or something, but I guess not."
