Korsarro laughs at the small girls insistance. He turns the sweater in his hands and lifts it high, ensuring that the girls arms meet the sleeves as he pulls the sweater down. He often forgot how young she actually was due to his own height. When he had pulled the sweater right down he yank the hood over her eyes and stepped back, admiring his own handywork "Not bad at all." He said, nodding his head approvingly.