"Definitely the most," he teased. That tongue did make his mind wonder for a second but he managed to clear his brain.
Her question pulled him from his thoughts. He debated how honest to be. "I'm...yeah." A breath and Az met her gaze. "Sometimes tight and damp spaces remind me of the holding cell I called home as a child. I was allowed one hour of outdoor time a day and not allowed to fly." It was why he flew as often as possible. What if something made it so he never could again?