Oddly enough, Phoenix's lunacy seemed to be what Iosef liked more about her. He liked that she didn't make that much sense, that she had crazy written all over her and yet he could still understand her a lot of times.
Even though he'd passed the offer of free make-outs, Iosef was really just a young guy, so when Phoenix pointed at the scar above her breasts, that wasn't the first place his eyes set on. Still, he didn't just stare, so it wasn't exactly rude on his part.
Iosef laughed when she told her story, especially because he wondered what came over a person to make them juggle stuff on fire without knowing how to. He supposed, in Phoenix's case, nothing had come over her. She just did it. That explanation fit her better.
"You think you ever will?" He was making small, meaningless talk and he knew it. It was way better than thinking about the present reality, anyway.