He's not sure why being recognised by his clouds strikes him so, but it does; his face might have coloured if he had enough colour to spare. As it is, it's only evident from the way his eyes briefly flick to the ground and the raise of his hand as it settles against the side of his neck.

"Do you suppose so?" he returns, and it's hard to keep the slight eagerness out of his voice. Having more control over a place like this has a certain allure to it; he thinks he'd like to learn how to do more, especially if it does turn out that he's going to be here for a while. "How would I go about— practising that, here?"