I've never had a problem learning something I've set my mind to. Don't worry about me.

[ Underneath all his attitude and spark, there's a distinct intelligence. Something that keeps a hawkish eye on her smile, how it pairs with her composure, how that settles among what she says and does not say. It's a risk, asking the first person he meets ( and one that was so cold ) to divulge her secrets, to give him anything -- especially when he ought to be handling this entire thing himself. He can do it himself, that's not what this is about. This is like -- an older student imparting a younger with valuable information about what's going to be thrown at them later on. ]

Don't fuck with me, though. I'll know if you are.