Doing a shuffle-hop to the couch, Noah listened intently as he climbed up beside his father and plopped down. His legs swung idly as he listened, eyes widening in surprise.
"Really?" he questioned, slightly breathless sounding. He glanced around almost as though he expected to see those very people standing there, performing all sorts of neat tricks. When the living area still revealed just himself and his father, he looked back to Gabriel with a slightly disappointed look that quickly melted into one of curiosity.
Toeing off his shoes, he maneuvered himself so he was perched on his knees. The back of his hand rubbed against his nose absently before he moved into his next series of questions.
"So what can you do? Just that? What about other things?" He paused, eyes slowly growing to the size of saucers as his young mind latched onto the stories of comic book heroes. "Can you fly like Superman?" He peered down at himself then, trying to picture being able to do any of that sort of stuff. He couldn't, though. He was just a normal little boy.
With, he realized almost giddily, a superhero for a father.