Fortunately for most that he met, Riley was not the type to take things too literally or out of context. That bit of time carved out for reflection and consideration by the Professor was taken in stride. He only smiled, standing there before the intriguing man as the Professor puzzled through whatever it was had the gears of his mind turning. Often he was overlooked in the first place, being acknowledged was something he found to his liking. He was personable, though. Riley would talk to trees if he felt they would listen to his ramblings.
And he’d been called much worse. By now he had learned to answer to about anything - even the occasional hey you or stop that! - so the fact that Blackstone couldn’t remember his name was just fine. Riley had already paused by then, turned on the balls of his feet one hundred eighty degrees to face the older gentleman once again. When the Professor finally called his name Riley smiled and nodded, tipping an invisible hat in greeting. “Fine night to be wandering past.” That drawl had really never left him and he made no move to hide it.
A few steps would bring him back toward the other man, delighted. The offer nearly floored him. In all the years in employ at the Carnival, nobody had ever offered to create something for him like that. “Really? That would be fantastic, but I’d never wanna impose on ya, Professor.” What would someone like him give in return? The little pirate ship earned a look of awe and wonder as it sailed by.