"Victor," JP repeated, to fix the name in his memory. "Enchanté." He gave the green boy a small smile, still watching him with interest. "I was on my way to fly, but I 'eard you swimming," he told Vic. "I thought per'aps it was my friend in the pool, but no." He shrugged as if to say 'what can you do?'. "But you swim well," he told the younger boy. The compliment was genuine; he'd admired the way the kid handled himself in the water. "Is this a part of your mutation, or no?"