Issac's lopsided smile spread across his face, curling with mischief as her mind ran through a variety of thoughts. Being born with the gift, he did not blink at the pace of thought, since everyone thought at different speeds and an overload only hurt him when he did not have his bracelet on. "I mean... You can think dirty things if you'd like. It's very natural and healthy," he teased before he had proceeded.
A hearty laugh echoed in the courtyard. He liked her joke. Bad puns had always been some of his favourite humour. Fighting with his shirt, he held it upward so it would stay out of his face. "Not secretly, no. And I'm usually one with the ground, but these trees and I seemed made for each other."