Hmmm... [A very long hum escapes Enkidu's mouth.] So your body refuses to process the data you have stored inside of you?

[Still, they lean a little closer, unable to ignore their thirst for knowledge. They are quite sure that the dances she might know will be very different from theirs.]

Perhaps you can try? The last time I truly danced...it was a long time ago, when the gods still ruled over mankind.