"Practice?" Paul deadpans back again. He re-straightens, then sits down on the mat for some spinal twists, elbow against knee, tuuuurn. What he never had on other agents in sheer strength and size, Paul had made up in quickness, agility. He's older now, things pop and grind a little more than they used to, but the yoga's served him in pretty good stead ever since those long ago college days.

He closes his eyes as he stretches, keeps them closed as he answers Cain.

"It's a meditative practice from... a country in my world. Sort of a religious thing. But a lot of health benefits."

A half-a-smile. "It's good for you, Officer Cain."