Dreylin nods, startled at the nervousness of this girl. He always before seemed swift with considerate words, but now, they seem to escape him. Attempting to speak, to say anything, he blurts out, "I would like that."
He suddenly scratches the back of his neck, hoping the darkness hides his blush. "I fought a little bit in the army back home," he says after a moment, attempting to recover from his period of silence. "That's where I was recruited into going to the Spire. In this war, occasionally we are forced to fight those who we previously called brothers. It-" He decides he does not wish to speak of the war at a time like this. "I would like to spar." He winces at the abrupt change in conversation. "After we leave the boat, however," he adds. "The swaying of this boat is something I'm not accustomed to."
He again changes subject as if incapable of dwelling on a single topic for more than two minutes. "How did you get chosen for the Spire?" he asks her, then blushes again. "I don't mean to pry," he adds hastily and then stops, waiting for her reaction.