"Hm." he simply said, turning it over in his mind. It made sense, physical exertion often stimulated the brain and sent the neurotransmitters all a flutter. He concluded that if he had gotten on the swing it would have been an enjoyable experience as the young blonde said. He wasn't wholly sure the body under his control would have been coordinated enough to properly swing yet, but when he was sure he wasn't likely to fall on his face he would have to give it a go. For the chance to study his relatively new body's reaction of course, not at all because he was interested in having a little fun.
"Neither can I," he admitted. "I tend to fall off." that had been one of the first things the real Jonathan's friends had noticed, a man who could have lived on a bicycle with no trouble suddenly falling over and wobbling. It had been suspicious so he faked an inner ear problem and had avoided them until he left the country some days later.
But there was that question, did he ever go to parks? Wymond certainly hadn't, things were different beyond the Veil, and even in his normal form he was rarely allowed to leave home. Everyone had said the brollachan were just too frightening, that he was safer at home. To him it just meant he had his siblings to practice on rather than strangers. Jonathan had, more memories were coming in fractured spurts, school uniforms and little girls trying to kiss him while he tried to run. "I walk around them now, but no, I've not played."