He was sharp, even when he considers himself to be slow and stupid, he was sharp as a tack. He was soaking it all in like a sponge. The fact he managed a joke showed that much as she was seeing. It spoke a lot of him. Stubbornness was always his defining trait.

Even learning the language he was still very lonely, but, he was also used to it. It changed nothing.

"Much same." He admitted as he leaned his elbow on the table, resting his head against his palm so that his scar was right against his index finger. His brown eyes stayed on her as they spoke. "Sleep little, work more so sleep come. " He spoke with a wave of the other hand. "I strong, it no problem."