His lip curls, looking away, listening. Though his head turns suddenly, frowning. "How would that work? I mean, if he can't see?"

Maybe it's not the nicest thing to ask, but then he wasn't raised in a time when you had to be polite like that, not talk about a man with a disability like that.

He isn't saying no, though, knowing he needs to learn these things. "You don't happen to speak Mexican, do you?"