"I'm listening, keep going." He reassured with a huff as he struck the flint again and watched the sparks crackle to life. Shielding the small flames from the brisk night air with his hands and blowing on it occasionally to feed the flames which had begun licking at his fingers. He waited for you to continue talking as you have been for the past couple hours, chatting almost non-stop in the otherwise quiet forest. You were miles away from any actual enemy territory after having fled the scene of a recently successful OP so he figured it wasn't a terrible thing to let you talk or make a small fire for the night. He'd noticed among other things, you were most keen and seemed to know the most about both animals and firearms and while he wasn't well versed in the former, he knew a large quantity of facts about the latter and had no problem holding his own in a conversation about the topic. This combined with your aversion to certain smells, sounds or textures tipped him off, though he was either too polite or tol indifferent to ask to try and confirm a suspicion. You'd been talking for a while now and he'd been content to listen, allowing you to indulge in the enjoyment of having an active listener. Though he assumed you'd trailed off now because you assumed he wasn't listening despite this not being the case. So after another steady blow on the growing flames of the fire and removing his hands from beside it, he leaned against the stump of a tree for support as he continued "C'mon, don't make us sit in silence for however long, I enjoy listening to you talk."