One eyebrow arched up when she said she'd been forced to be passionate about it. There was a story there, and considering Danny had only been an "adult" for about two years, he still remembered being a kid enough to figure out at least part of it. Parents could be a hell of a thing. His foster mother had been great, but his real mother... He supposed he should try to be charitable, but he pretty much figured Naomi Kale was either incredibly selfish or horrendously mentally deficient. She makes a deal with Mephisto to protect her precious Johnny from the family curse, but forgot to include her other two children?
He wasn't very fond of Naomi Kale, and wouldn't spit on her if she was on fire.
He listened as she discussed her training regimen, impressed. "Yeah, I was never much of a sports guy." The only reason he hadn't been one of those kids in school that got picked on was because he was naturally big for his age. At the time, he would never have actually retaliated, but nobody wanted to risk it. "I hear you on the sweet tooth thing, though," he chuckled.
He nodded in agreement with her point about limits. "Yeah." He thought about his future, about what the recent Ghost Rider comics depicted and about the more general life of fighting and terror and never being able to live a normal life. "Yeah, you're right. Everyone does."