I don't like guns all that much, I'm afraid, although anyone who can do something fancier than putting a hole into something is deserving of praise. [And he might also not like the idea of being shot. Or being in pain. Bullets were very difficult to deflect.]

[His head perks up slightly at the mention of "Father", but he doesn't feel like prying that far. Some things were best left as they were. The squirming and stares also caught his eye.]

All perfectly fair. [He wasn't sure how to phrase his next thought, but it'd just be awkward if he drew it out.] Are you alright?