Long ago he'd learn to just stand silent and take a rant.  Otherwise fists would be the next thing to follow, or worse.  His smile dampened and his green eyes just watched her as she moved and poked him, eyes darting down tot he tip of her finger as it if were a spear about to skewer him.  He opened his mouth to speak, but the next thing he realized she was on her stomach, head slowly turning back to him as his arms and body moved to try and catch her.  He might have been fast, but she turned with such speed he didn't have a chance.<br/><br/>"Where I came before the wreck doesn't matter.  I'm alive, which is better than at the bottom of the sea," he answered shoftly, kneeling next to her to help her up.  "I believe that you'd kick my ass in a moment if everyone else wasn't here," he tried to get her to laugh, feeding her ego about being the better pick of an apprentice.  It was one of the few things he knew she still took pride in.  "Go on, nothing to see here..." he added, shooing people away, "Come on, lets go for a walk.  Enough work for today..." he finished, resting his hand on the rapier on his hip, "I'm sure Saul wouldn't mind time to meditate and pray."