Che cosa sto facendo?

He'd move back again, and she'd resist snorting. Alright, alright, she got the hint. She was okay with standing and chatting, but he wanted to move. She laughed at his description of Bass; yes, that was exactly so true. But then again, when she was younger she had no interest either. While hers expanded out - mostly out of necessity, and her dislike of it diminishing around it the longer she dealt with it - it seemed his... did not. "That sounds like Bass," she murmured. "And yeah, you probably will." She flashed a grin at him, adding, "If he's anything like he was a couple of years ago, you could follow him around and he'll still find some way to hurt himself." She never doubted it, and oh, she'd tease him about it in a heartbeat. She smiled at his offer, nodding. "I'm always open to learning more, Starling. And if you're that advanced, your father must be proud of you for being such a quick learner." She definitely would be, if he were hers.