He too sits, tucks a knee up onto the bench and twists to face her. Their knees rest warm against one another but he does not appear to notice, or if he does he is hiding it very well. An elbow rests on the back of the bench and his free hand raises to stroke at his chin.
"True.. though sometimes I wonder if the hat was wrong," he mutters, a dazed look falling across his face more a moment before his eyes brighten again.
"I'm not one," he says simply. "I was training for a little while, but the ministry has forbade me from taking it up. I was working on a hawk," he nods slowly.