Albus didn't want to show how excited he was by her praises. He liked that he was good at this, it almost felt natural to him. So, he didn't say anything back about that, took it with a grain of thought so that he could boast about it later to himself. "When do you want me to come back?" He was ready to learn more, once he could get his nose snapped back into the right position.
Standing up, Albus contemplated offering Bellatrix a hand up, but wasn't really sure if he was going to end up on the ground again, which he wasn't too fond of the idea. "If I offer to help you up, are you going to pull me back down again?"